“Please don’t show anyone this”I pleaded;“Please Mr. Hassan” But I was going to have to go into the back room.He pushed me towards the back,...telling me;“Now get in there”Oh god no. I don’t want to do this.I knew, I didn’t have a choice. Mum was getting better slowly now, and it would be terrible if he had us evicted and even worse than that, I just don’t know what I would do if anybody saw that video.He’s a horrible man.I walked very reluctantly into his back room. I felt awful, I was so. The one he had prepared himself to meet would be more bent, dowdier and therefore less attractive than he remembered her all those years ago. She would have lost her alluring figure and ‘run to seed’ and her face would be lined and care-worn whereas even from the back this woman made you think she would look attractive – maybe even beautiful – when she turned round. No, this woman was a vision from the world of his imagination and as she half turned and he saw her more clearly a tsunami of lust. She had a really good sense of humor and was really intelligent, not something you really expect from a bombshell like her. In the afternoon i apologized about the dumbs-up the other day and she had to laugh hard. she had a really clear laugh and her eyes sparkled. She said that it was cute and atleast somebody made an attempt to ease her nerves a bit. but she wondered if i gave her the ok for the interview or for her skirt. I felt myself turn all red and i managed to stammer that it was for. "The very next day mom herself enrolled me in a charm school. To beblunt, I hated it. Aerobics, walking, poise, as in how to use my handsand arms, how to stand, sit, and even talk, were subjects that weredrilled into me day after day, and I was judged at every turn, andweighed every day, but eventually, the lessons began to take hold. Ilost 18 pounds just doing those exercises, which to be truthful, mademe not only look better, but feel better. At the end of the first term,I was moved into a.