Even the saris she used to wear didn’t reveal much, except in my imagination. Her name was Bhumika. Bhumika was about 5’4”, very fair complexion... long black hair, a nicely shaped rack and a very curvy ass. Our conversations didn’t go beyond the ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s. This summer, however, it was a bit different. When we were in the elevator, she smiled and so did I. She asked me about my education and what was I doing these days. Before I could answer her, my floor had arrived. She again smiled. I. On my last morning I went down for breakfast the restraint was busy I found a table close to the tea and coffee station were the staff was based he brought me my Pot of tea with a big smile and a Good Morning Sir I asked him how he was he said ok and went back to the station I watched him walk back wiggling his arse as he walked behind the counter he looked at me with a big smile and looked straight at me. I remember thinking he has to be gay. I carried on eating my breakfast watching him walk. "I'm Laurie," Skip leaned forward to shake hands without shifting his bulk off the stool. "But you can call me Skip up here." He looked to be in his late forties, greying hair and overweight, but with a friendly, welcoming smile."Hello Skip," I smiled back. "I'm ... Emma," I almost buggered it up, "and this is Kevin." Wotcha!" Kevin gave an informal salute from behind Brian. Oh, take him now, Lord!"Well pull up a pew," Skip indicated some chairs against the rear wall of the wheelhouse. "Me 'n'. My dad was included in the secret picture taking along with my uncle. Dad and uncle took me to uncles garage that afternoon and posed me on a table. ...They brought some other clothes for me to wear. I changed right there with my backside to them. They acted like they weren’t looking, but I saw them looking at me changing. It was kind of daring in a way and I felt special. Swim suits, tiny shorts, tiny tops and some with me having just a towel over parts of me. I still remember them both.