It hadn't been a case of outright lust, back then. But my interest had certainly been with a clear recognition of the paths not taken in life.Her eyes...shine when she's talking about a subject that she's interested, she listens well and engages with good questions, and she transitions from one topic to another without having skipped past what was to be learned or slowing into tedium. She's a great conversationalist, and conversation is certainly something that, with a bowl of fruit, can be. One night I saw her sleeping next to me usually my sister sleeps next to me and my sister is in deep sleep so I slowly got courage and put my hand on her stomach, there is no reaction from her and slowly moved my hands towards her boobs that time she is wearing short and t shirt, slowly started pressing her boobs still there is no reaction from her. I tried four to five times and after that went to bath room and release pressure in bath room. Next day same thing happen but no response from her.. " When you were shooting at the helicopter and later the cruiser's bridgewere you consciously trying to kill the men inside them?"I thought about it for a while and then shook my head. "No, I think Iwas shooting at the machines, not the occupants but I should haverealised and probably did realise subconsciously that I couldn't destroythe machine without hurting or killing the men inside them. I'm justglad the pilot and gunner on the helicopter where only injured and notkilled even though they. Beneath the cloak, she spied a ruffled white poet's shirt that hung open to his waist and exposed his firmly muscled chest. His chest was bronzed, smooth and hairless. His trousers were a lighter shade of brown than the cloak and tailored to accentuate his narrow waist and hips. Antoinette's control slipped and she found herself in such a state of shock that she lost focus for a moment and blinked. This new Erik smirked as he took note of her response. She retaliated by folding her arms across.