Which I did: I felt that I could simply agree to be an employee of a conventional company - at least in theory - or I could just go back to doing what...I'd been doing before, which is to say broke but almost completely unstressed. Alternatively, I thought it might be possible to pull some sort of force majeure in the next few days. Getting a few employees in on binding contracts might complicate the matter a bit, I thought, and there were Carla's frequent references to my being 'indispensable'. We headed for our lunch. During lunch she told me that she also got herself waxed(though i did not found any difference, as she was anyhow hairless in the morning). She also shared that my broad shoulders and hefty muscular thighs made me attractive. And my total silence during gym made me more interesting. And she always wanted to get tips from me during gym days also, but she hesitated because of my aloofness and isolation in gym. After completing our meal we went to the Reebok. Em struggled fiercely, but the weight of their bodies was too great, two already sitting on her arms and pressing down on her shoulders, one leg crushed under the weight of two more, one perched lewdly on her pelvis and trying to strangle her other thigh, another wrestling against her still-kicking foot and slowly winning.She couldn't see any of their faces. They all wore the same dark burlap coats with oversize hoods; the two sitting on her arms had their heads bowed down with the effort of. She was talland curvy, dressed in a tight virginal dress that hugged her generouscurves. Her face was like that of an angel, soft and sweet with rosycheeks and high cheek bones. Big brown eyes looked out from under longdark lashes and small, finely arched eyebrows and flanking a smallupturned nose. Her alluring red lips were arched outwards forming whatlooked like a perpetual pout. Curly, dark chestnut hair spilled down overher slender shoulders, framing her perfect face.It was herself."What.