Not only was their designunfamiliar to me, they were rather weak. And the small arrowheads wouldeither cool or melt too fast.I agonized over finding t...e right words for discouraging the men fromtrying to help us, without insulting their courage. I ended up playingthe part of the Tyrant's representative, and framed our help as longoverdue aid from the despot. Obviously, as loyal subjects, theyshouldn't be expected to do a thing. They accepted it, though a few sagegrunts suggested that the excuse. Rhea – Have a seat, I will make tea.Me – Ok.She gave me a cup and we sat down and started to talk.Rhea – Sir, toh bolo kaise lagi mere haath ki chai?Me – Mast hai yaar. It is very, very tasty.Rhea – Bas bhi karo. Itna bhi kuch khaas nahi hai.Me – Nahi yaar, bahut accha hai.Suddenly, Rhea asked a question that sent me into a shock.Rhea – Mujh se bhi accha hai kya?I was shocked and my eyes were wide open. I took a couple of seconds and then cleared my throat.Me – Aise kyu pucha hai tumhne?Rhea –. "I hooked my fingers in the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up. As her tits pulled free of her top I grinned at the sight. They were firm, sagging just a very slight bit so her nipple pointed upward. Her areolas were pale, only a shade darker then her cream colored skin and small, the size of a nickle. Her nipples were the same color as her areolas, but were the size of a pencil eraser. She held her arms in the air so I could pull her top up over them. As I pulled it off her arms I. I’m sure plenty of people wondered what she was doing with someone who looked like me. I know that I wondered it when I saw a reflection of us together.Josh had worked for the company before I started. He was everything that I’m not. He wasn’t particularly smart and didn’t have much ambition. I doubt he could ever expect to have a job much better than the one we both had now. He was also athletic, outgoing, and popular.Josh often made my life miserable at work. At the time I didn’t understand.