I turned around and raised my hands. Mr Kuberan undid the lace of my bra and released my cone like breasts with pinkish nipples. I turned around to gi...e him a view of my B cups which were neither too large nor too small. I helped him out of his T shirt and shorts. He had not worn anything underneath. I was only in panties. Due to air conditioning, I was shivering a little.I guided Mr Kuberan to sit on the bed. Then I took his right leg and sucked his toe seductively. He was staring at my bare. .. no matter what 'licensed professionals' try to tell you. In Andrea's case they tried to stuff her in a grieving box that had absolutely no connection with the facts."Your husband is dead," the tenth licensed professional said."You keep telling me something I already know." You need to move on." You won't let me." What do you mean?" My husband is dead ... and you keep telling me that. Give it a rest. The man who murdered him is dead and I have had my revenge." You haven't grieved." I don't. Indeed I should, for my short life of twenty-one years had been paved with love-related disappointments from the first feeble attempts to attract boys in my teens until now. Now, I had honestly thought that I had finally found someone I could trust not to break my heart. Naturally I was wrong. I don’t even know why I felt so strongly about my latest conquest-gone-awry, because it had been of pretty short duration. I had dated Andrew for only about three weeks and that is definitely not a long. And I’m afraid. Afraid that this wicked world into which you’ve pulled me will soon crumble to dust, leaving me with nothing. We have to stop this! Please!” Somehow I had managed to say the words that had been at the top of my tongue. “I understand,” she replied, sitting down on the coffee table and playing with a loose curl, looking thoughtful and allowing me to feel a little relief. “It has all happened quite fast and you think that I won’t stop before something happens that can’t be kept.