The party doesn't really start until twelve or one."I've always been an introvert and not very good at meeting new people, especially in settings wher... I don't know anyone at all. I'm not quite Rain Man, but pretty damned close. Really my only redeeming quality at that point in my life was my looks. In fact, I'd always avoided situations where I didn't know anyone in attendance, instead always relying on someone to go with me, like a security blanket. If it weren't for the lure of getting laid. . mei tumhe bahut chahta hun. Jabse maine tumhe nanga dekha ahi tab se tumhe pane khayal kar raha hoo.” Aur meri oar dekhne lage.“Dekho bhayya … aisa karna paap hai … mei tumhari bahen hoon.. ““Maloom hai phir bhee…” ab maine pakka mahsoos kiya ki bhayya mere choochiyon ko ghoor rahe hai. Unki nazar kabhi mere stano par tho kabhi mere jangho par pisal rahi thi.“…Kya .. phir bhee..“ “Dekho neeraj… mai tumhe chahta honn phir bhi meine aisa koi khoshis nahi kee.. lekin.. ab…” “voon.. ab… ab kya. He's one of those blokes who talk to your chest, not so surprising, as lately I have been shamelessly displaying a lot of cleavage. He's married to a, dowdy flat chested woman called Daphne, which might explain his fascination with my boobs.Mr. Dodd and I are usually the last ones out due to our seniority, and some evenings he comes in to my office for a so-called daily run down, where we discuss the day's business. He often stands behind me looking over my shoulder at some paper work, his hand. "Gwen," Toni cried, a bite to her voice. "Why do you have hair on your chest?"The other girls stared strangely over at Toni and then back in Gwen's direction. A single scream pierced the shower as Gwen looked down. Her breasts were indeed covered with hair. They had even shrunk and were now smaller than ever. Gwen covered herself in a hurry and ran out of the bathroom. The other girls followed and surrounded her in curiosity."Why do you have hair on your chest?" one asked bluntly."Are you okay?.