Some method I can use to help me remember?" I don't know, Mary? Maybe? Can you stay after class today?" Don tried to undress the young girl with his e...es, wondering how much of her chest was sweater and how much was breasts."Uh, sure Mr. Barnes." The girl flushed with pleasure when she saw how her teacher's eyes were looking at her. She was both proud and embarrassed by the size of her breasts. She envied the slender girls but, conversely, she knew that guys, and men too, were attracted to her. Kuch dino tak Poojamujhse call kar yaha waha ki baatein kiya karti thi na hi mere insurance ke baare mei yeh sab sonch kar mere mann mei ghalat hi ghalat khayal arahe theh aur woh Poojathi bhi aisi ki koi bhi usko ek baar dekhle toh mar mitjaye kuch samay beetne ke baad mere mann mei ek sonch aayi ki kyu na iss Poojako check kiya jaye.Gar ok hui toh theek warna koi baat nahi bas aise hi light lekar ek raat Poojako call per poocha ki aap raat ko hi mujhe call kyu karti ho , kya aapke pati ko koi. Even the way she turned the page of her notebook seemed charged with sensuality. And I could hear her respiration; it was heavier than usual because she was out of breath after hurrying to get to the meeting. But as the presentation dragged on, her breathing did not return to normal; in fact, it seemed to be getting deeper still."Have I got that right, James?"To my horror I realised that the presenter had addressed himself directly to me, and I had been concentrating so hard on not. . . ever! Anxiety filled me, twisting in my gut. What the hell was I going to do? What if he felt put off to my advancements? And suddenly my age became a factor, a liability. I was thirty-eight years old, and Nicholas was barely twenty-five. How was he really going to find me and my overweight, thirty-eight year old body attractive? I almost had a mind to rush to my computer to see if there was a way to drop from a size sixteen to a five in ten minutes. Stop being silly, Alessa, a voice.