"But milk comes from breasts," said Cindy. "Everyone knows that. It's what they are for!" Did the captain tell you this too?" No, silly, a passenger. ...ut we feed the captain now as well. He liked our initiative in offering milk." I bet he did," said Mr Saunders. He studied them for a moment looking at their large breasts poking out at him from their tight shirts. "Tell me," he said. "Would it be OK if you showed me how you feed the passengers?" Are we in trouble?" asked Cindy. "Look," he said.. The more time my boss Byron and I spent together, the more I began to feel attracted to him. I knew that he was feeling the same way and although he was married with young k**s of his own, he made it clear that he would like to be more than friends.I felt so tired and confused. My husband didn't seem to want me anymore and yet this attractive, clever man did. Although I rejected Byron's physical advances, I must admit I encouraged the flirting and fun we had together.It was liberating to feel. "You can't let that be your world," I said to myself over and over,watching the taller buildings of the town centre grow larger amidst thesunny Sunday afternoon and hoping, against hope, that the nerves I wasfeeling in my stomach about shopping would soon fade. I'd always hatedshopping - even online shopping - for clothes, mainly because it was sohard to find something in my size, but also because new clothes felt souncomfortable and strange. Still, as I mingled through the crowds andinto Next,. She slipped in and glared at me. “What do you want?” she spat. 'If you want her, why don’t you fucking grow some balls and tell her you still love her?' Warren’s voice rang clear in my mind. “Did you...did you have a good time with Warren?” I looked at her, pulling at the hem of my shirt unconsciously. Why the hell was I nervous? She didn’t answer for a while then she replied, “Yes, I did.” It was like someone buried a red-hot knife in my gut and twisted it. “Um..okay,” I managed to strangle.