Funny how it seems the world conspires to cloak the simple truth and not allow some of us to actually ‘choose to refuse!’ Let me explain. When I o...der food, I am VERY careful to inquire about its preparation and presentation. I always ask for my order without any cheese anywhere. (I don’t want to see it hanging around my plate while I’m trying to enjoy the REAL food). In veritably, a waiter or waitress will repeat my request with a raised brow and a look ranging from pity to shocked disgust. I. From my side, I had never let him feel that I was keeping a distance from him because I was an accountant and he was a mere laborer in the factory. The fact was that he was not friendly with anyone there. He was an aloof sort of creature. When Onam came I asked permission from my boss to go to Kerala. He was reluctant at first, since it was a new factory and work was going on in full swing, but then he granted me a leave of five days. So I got ready to go to my hometown Palakkad. I was to leave. When Julie arrived she had bruises on her face and arm, and had obviously been crying. As I ushered her in I asked the obvious question, “What happened to you?” “I don’t want to bring you my problems I just needed to get out of my apartment for a while.” “Hey, I’m happy to help but you’ve got to tell me what’s going on.” I sat her down, she cried some more, and between her sobs she told me that her husband had dramatically changed recently and was getting increasingly more verbally abusive,. She told me she had and that the boys were always staring at her boobs. I laughed and told her that would happen the rest of her life. " Sweetheart you have developed early as did most of the girls in our family." Did the boys stare at yours when you were my age?" Yes, they did, and still do."She told me she liked one boy and let him play with her boobs which excited her. She said she was so turned on she let him finger her, which made her very wet. I was getting hot listening to her and.