She had always been dead straight with him, but he could see she was really worked up."You know Ged," she said angrily, "you were always such a good f...iend to have, you always saw both sides of any situation. You had empathy – hell, you couldn't have written the stuff you have if you couldn't put yourself in other people's shoes."Where's it gone, Ged? You're totally self obsessed now. Can't you get into her shoes and see things the way she sees them? Can't you feel how she feels? God, Ged,. Weget carded when George goes to the bar. The barman looks at all three,but spends the most time looking over mine before relenting with a shrug.I feel relieved when we leave the bar with our pints and can go find aquiet corner.We sit at a little round table, barely big enough to fit us all. I letGreta and George tell me about university. Greta has only completed oneterm and is still wildly excited about it all. I smile inwardly as I sipmy pint; I watch her hands flying around expressing how. You know how unsightlyhairy legs are. You don't want to look so masculine do you?" Leannesaid passing me a pink razor as I walked back to the bathroom.I can't explain why standing there in my panties I felt compelled toshave my legs upon being told to do so save that the way Leanne told meto shave my legs sounded like my mother telling me to tidy my room.That and the subtle way she was denigrating masculinity as shecontinued:"There that looks better, doesn't it?" Leanne asked, stroking my. She’s around 25, she has a beautiful face brown eyes and a gorgeous smile. I had been attracted to her simply because she was a ‘larger’ woman. We used to be friendly, but never got to know each other better.She had a bag slung over her shoulder. The strap was angled down between her breasts and the weight of the bag meant that her top was pulled tight over the contours of her body. Looking at her, I had a hard-on, I was transfixed by the sight of her big breasts jutting out.She asked me what I.