I took bath and wore a skimpy low cut blouse without bra. I robed a chiffon see through sari extremely below my navel button exposing the curves of my...hips a maximum possible. It seems that it may slip down from my hips at anytime. I limbed in front of him holding my left hand on the hips."Anni what happened to you. Why are you limbing?" he asked me anxiously."I fell down while trying to take utensils from the loft," I replied him."Why you are taking unnecessary risk. If you tell me, I will. " Will we see a game like that from you again?" No! That was a one-time deal. It wasn't even good basketball." Really? Why do you say that?" It's a team game, and I kinda made it a one-man show. I just hope I didn't bring any disrespect on the game myself." Judging by the national sports press today, I don't think anyone's saying that. I have seen terms like cold-blooded, emotionless, and assassin in the reports. Did you feel like you were on a mission?" I guess I sorta did. Look, when you get. " That caught her off guard, I guess, because she seemed shocked and so our first conversation began. We hit it off and continued chatting after work, and agreed we should go for drinks sometime soon. The next day she seemed eager to talk to me and we spent our lunch break chatting. She had a friend in the building that she said stared at me. I found out she was from Cape Verd, and is married with a one kid. We again mentioned going out for drinks and getting to know each other. I couldn't tell. Didn’t they teach you anything useful at that so-called school?’ As she sipped her drink her scowl at last began to recede. ‘You’re a scatterbrain Poppy, but never mind.’ She patted his pantied bottom and stroked it appreciatively. ‘At least you have a nice little bum and some of the ladies I invite to my home have a distinct bottom fetish. It would be a shame to deprive them of yours. Do you enjoy dancing?’ ‘Yes, I’m very good at dancing, Mrs Boroclough.’ ‘Good.’ The woman said no more, she.