I was kind of getting his intention but still I begged him more and I finally knew that he is not going to do anything unless I did something I needed...attendance very badly So I came up with something.I went closer to his chair where he was sitting and went on my knees near his legs I joined my hands over my breast and pushed my boobs upward to give him a better look and said“See into it Sir, I thinks something can be done about it Sir I will do anything to get some attendance from u” He was. Hell, no. Id much rather have the real thing, in the flesh. Youre pretty hot looking, Mom. And I thought you mightve got an eyeful of me, just like Im getting one of you now. Sara saw him moving a hand to his crotch, and turned her back to him, facing the mirror again. It was hard to admit, but he had her motor racing. Maybe you should go, she said hesitantly, as if she hoped he wouldnt. Her emotions were running so high she wasnt sure herself. She looked into the mirror and saw him moving. I opened the door. It was the maid.I am still not sure of her age but I would guess she was in her late 30’s or early 40’s. I don’t even know her name. Everyone calls her “maavshi” which means aunt in Marathi. I have noticed that in India maids are not treated with much respect, they are invisible to people. Same is the case in our house. She just comes, does her work and leaves. Nobody talks to her or even smiles at her. But when she entered, I looked directly in her eyes and gave her a warm. Sometimes it wasn't even the patients giving me grief. Visitors would object to their parents or grandparents being treated by me. The physicians now with their conservatism were obliged to stick up for me even if they didn't like to. It was easy to see how distasteful this was to most.The nurses had been following my career were in general much more sympathetic but by no means all were so supportive. They were at least professional and only talked among themselves. Things did start getting.