Tamara didn’t really understand what poverty was. When she heard about hunger and starvation she presumed it was the same as when she had been horse...riding in the fresh air and found herself ‘ready for dinner’. Either way she really couldn’t care less, although often when in a swanky west end restaurant she was apt to sit close to a window. It amused her to view the homeless as she ate a sumptuous meal, and that they could only look at the food with hungry eyes was a hoot.One of her favourite. But there was something different. I tried to focus and then realized that one of her straps were off her shoulders. The top half of her left boob was very much in sight and her posture made it swell like a balloon. Both of them were smiling and I understood that they were having a naughty call. My penis jolted.‘I have a guest you know right, isn’t this enough?’ I heard Punam say. Her husband wanted to see her boobs I inferred. ‘Ok wait’I knew what was coming next. Punam turned the phone. "So have you got anything planned for tonight, I'm at a loose end?" I see, 'I've nothing to do so I'll hang around with my loser brother'?" I joked secretly pleased to be able to spend some time with her. Unfortunately, my joke backfired, leaving me open for an assault of teenage wisdom."Why don't you get out there and socialise?" rhetorically aired Sally. "Too much to do." Sally could see my awkwardness and left my volatile answer alone. "So what are we doing?" she brightly asked, returning to. "High heels, I think I brought the olive ones along." I see them," Natalie said, finishing up her hair and setting out her getup. "I want to thank you for everything," Natalie massaged her shoulders as Erin finished up with two extra coatings of lip gloss."Getting me a job here to waitress helping me to buy my shop, spreading the word how good I'm at doing hair and makeovers, and in a round about way setting me up with Nick. Thanks for getting him that carpenter's job for us. Rick hired him.