I reached the office, greeted my colleague friends and was cursing our fucked up weekend. But then suddenly, the heroine of the story enters. She was ...n her red floral, off-shoulder, one piece dress and was looking like a complete sex bomb. It appeared like she’s going to some party post office. Her dress was covering her body just above her knees, leaving those milky white legs exposed.Everyone was awestruck by her beauty, especially me. My eyes were wide open, saliva dripping from my mouth. She sat her big, and now bare, backside down on the settee and glanced at her mobile and saw that she had missed a call."Shit!" she breathed to herself as she assumed that it had been Steve. She found that there was a voicemail so she listened to it with a mixture of excitement and apprehension."It is Steve, I had hoped to see you tonight but assume that you have gone to bed, maybe see you sometime, bye," said the message."Shit!" said Dianne again but this time out loud.She found herself. There was some fascination about her constant frown, her furrowed brow drawn down to her eyebrows, her full lips pursed in concentration, her chin jutting. There was fascination too about her general height and build. In the baggy suit it was difficult to get a good idea of her figure, but she appeared to be curved in all the right places in proportion to her height, although perhaps a bit flabby and overweight. I felt she was strong and muscular, and would brook no nonsense from any. " Don't you feel worried now that you've moved back home?" A bit but after eleven years I understand, to an extent, how his mind works. He's furious that I've huffed him over the divorce. He's twigged that Daddy had a hand in discovering his little bit of fluff, who incidentally sounds like a cheap imitation of Briony, and he's convinced that it's all because they never liked him in the first place." She chuckled mirthlessly. "And he's right. I just wish I'd seen through him too but even at.