"But I haven't got any boobs!"I looked around to see if anyone had overheard. She wasn't exactly whispering. Nobody was paying us any attention."Well,... I said.C'mon, Tom, say something gracious, here!"That's not true," I finally said. "I could tell in your pictures that you were... thin."Millie laughed. "Yep. That's me -- thin," she said, seemingly a little bitterly.On that night in 1957, the glory days of the skinny little British fashion model, "Twiggy" were still almost a decade in the. Per wah itne uper nahi the ki mein unko masal saku aur choos sakun. Meine dheere dheere ek hath se uske boobs per bhi press karna shuru kar diya aur puri speed se uski back, neck, armpit aur uske boobs ki jadh per bhi hothon aur lips se chumma le leta tha. Meine uski body ke uper ke pure hisse per apni jeebh, lips aur kabhi kabhi jyda masti ke liye halka sa donton se kaat bhi leta tha aur usko full mast karne ki puri koshish kar reha tha.Dheere dheere jab Garima apni gand ki taraf se careless. I marched toward the back, grabbed a pair of jeansin my size and a button-up shirt, and ducked into the fitting room. Theshirt fit just fine, but the jeans were still loose around the waist, andfelt tighter around my legs./Don't usually shop here, it's probably just how they fit,/ I thought./Not bad though, they'll work./ I switched back into my clothes andheaded up to the register."Hi, find everything OK?" the young man behind the counter asked. Inodded, and he started to ring me up. His. Today of all days, Principal Bitch had to come into my office making a nuisance of herself for fifteen minutes. Anyone would think she knew I was rushing and what was waiting for me. Once she left I could hardly wait to jump up from my desk and dash out of the door behind her. I didn't even bother locking it; I just took off down the corridor as fast as possible without actually running. I didn't want that cow berating me again right now. My feet carried me towards the gym; my mind was.