.. andthey gave me a location and three appointments of my choice that I couldarrive, and here I am.The receptionist led me to an elevator.. I noted ...hat she pressed abutton that said, 'Public Offices,' and there was a button further upsaying 'private offices,' that seemed to require additional security asthe buttons were not lit. The telltale shift in my stomach told me whenthe elevator started moving. We stopped and walked down the hallway, westopped in front of a door and entered. It was. I didn’t know they did that. Crazy, how much I don’t know about men even at 20 years of age. Maybe I’ve been too sheltered. Or too uninterested. Too uninteresting, too?I examine his profile. He keeps wiping his upper lip with the knuckles of his index finger. His breathing is a little fast. He seems… agitated.Matt has his hands and elbows on the table and his face is tilted downward, apparently focusing on the exam paper in front of him. But his upper body seems tight like a bowstring and as I. As I reached the knee I would slowly push her skirt above the knee. I knew that in a few minutes she would bend her legs, the skirt will create view for me, her panties. I changed the legs. To my dismay she pushed her skirt back down.“I need to relax. You can keep pressing my legs. I will take a small nap. Wake me up if you want to leave.” She closed her eyes and brought one hand over her forehead. I decided to try my luck again. Again I pushed the skirt just near the knee of the left leg. And. I am currently doing a belly dancing course at the community centre hoping to put a bit of shimmy into my love life for when my husband is home.This particular evening a friend who just joined the course offered to drive me as well. Unfortunately the power had gone off at the hall so after sitting in a nearby cafe for 30 minutes the class was cancelled and we headed home. I had my friend drop me off at the end of the block so she didn't have to do a u-turn in our narrow street.As I walked.