His eyes peaked from behind “birth-control” glasses- the type that guarantee you will never get laid.“Are you from Brooklyn?” George asked, �...You sound just like my mother, and she’s from Brooklyn.“Queens, ackshully,” Josh said, “Fawhest Hills, is where I’m from.”The girl was obviously very shy. She wore glasses and managed to look even more like a nerdy geek than Josh did- which took some doing. She was not particularly comely- some would even call her homely, although she boasted a decent. Jenny is home and I ask her if she had a good day.Giving me a confused look she responds “It was good, nothing too eventful, how about you? You look like you've had an interesting day?”“No, I had a snack, started laundry, and took a nap.” I replied. “Now I need to go put the clothes in the dryer, then back to sleep.”After I finish downstairs and return to my bedroom I check my phone.Text from Jenny: “You should wear leggings more often, they look good on you.”At first I was confused, then I. Wife : Okay (with shy)I made her to sit to my left so that the waiter can see her left side boobs fully when he stands near her.The waiter came and served food, I was bit nervouse and aroused to check my wife complementing another man.she said him, “Thank you, You look handsom Mr. Ajay” I was surprised that she saw his name and told with confidence.He replied as “You also look very hot madam” he saw my face while saying that and I was smiling to convey him that I am okay.With a smile he left. He followed Booker into an upscale conference room where a large wooden table occupied most of the space, an expensive-looking projector hanging from the ceiling above. He was faced with a panel of interviewers who glanced up at him as he closed the door. There were two women and three men besides Booker, who took up a seat to his left and gestured for him to join them. Ryan sat down awkwardly, trying not to feel too self-conscious, the interviewers scrutinizing him as he waited for further.