As we begin to talk civilly for the first time since the early days of our working relationship, I’m watching his eyes intently. Several times when ...e thinks I’m not looking I see him ogle my legs again, and if he’s not looking up there, his eyes are having difficulty staying with mine as we chat, regularly averting to my deep cleavage when he thinks I’m not looking. As we chat, I lean forwards...may as well give him more of an eyeful!Slowly I turn the conversation round to my predicament, and. They had each served as a mirror for the other."What are we going to do?" Sandra asked feeling depressed. Her perceptions of the world had been turned upside down. It was one thing to blame men for all of her problems; it was another to accept responsibility that half of the problems were of her own creation.Shrugging her shoulders, Barbara answered, "I don't know. I'll tell you one thing; I'm never going to get fat." Same here," Sandra said adjusting the fat suit. If being attractive meant. ” “Sounds great.” They replied in unison. We went to sit at the dining room table, the only place that was reasonably cleaned and set-up. I heard them both utter an audible sigh as they sat down and I filled the glasses. They almost immediately drained the first glass before relaxing a bit as I refilled them. I could tell they had been putting in a solid days work, they were both sweating and had scattered dirt smudges, but for some unknown reason I found my attraction for Shelly growing again.. We could walk there or take a cab if the weather was foul. The weather was cloudy and cool, but not unpleasant. We had spent the day downtown, exploring the shops and generally enjoying each other's company. We never seemed to run out of topics of conversation. Kayla was incredibly well informed, and I felt like a student as she caught me up on politics, lifestyle changes, fashion, and of course, motorcycles.We spent over an hour at a downtown Harley dealer, trying to decide if I wanted one,.