10″height,weatish skin and people do say tht i have a very masquline voice while my body shaped like a college going student. this is about a shetal...of 23yrs wheatish tone around5.6″ superb eye and lips formation.she some what look like south meena i met in hyd long time back when she was doing her MBA she toook the number from me in a guest-lecture and being in good contact since then. those day i finished my project and due to financial prob i was giveing guest lecture in around andhra. “It’s not what it looks like.” Sam broke the silence, and still I said nothing. He was nervous, his eyes scanning the bar. “You see, I can’t tell you about it.”“About what?”“Anything, I just can’t.”I let him stew a moment. “Why not?”“I’ve said too much already. I should go.” He stood up, and I grabbed his arm to stop him leaving.“Sam, OK, I get it, you don’t want to talk about it...”He sat down again and took a big gulp of his wine. A waitress came over to ask if we wanted anything else, and it. I don't think she fully understood, and to be honest, I wasn't sure Ifully understood either. She was upset I hadn't been able to tell her,but she understood how difficult it would have been. I told her I wasnervous about telling Dad and she said I shouldn't worry because heloved me and he would always want to support me. We cried some morebefore she left promising that it would all be OK.The next time Mum came over, she brought Dad and the first thing he didwas to give me a huge hug. Mum had. "Difficult. You know I've always been pretty well in touch with my emotions--well, for a guy, anyway." They both grinned at that. "And I've shut down since... it happened. And when I try, all I feel is pain, and humiliation, and anger. I feel weak, and abused, and all kinds of horrific things I'm not used to feeling. I never thought of myself as weak, Soph. I can't help it, now." I used to think of myself as weak. Then I met this fabulous guy who convinced me otherwise." That got a hint of a.