.. everyone. seriously. too many men even asked me to go 'inside'. i was like wtf u mean inside wt hell? go wash ur dirty bum first then ask me that w...ird n offended question. it smells n not in a sexy way!so theres a day my customer was a regular n a creepy one(i was been told later that day). but he looked good, blonde, well fit n pretty chatty. i thought he was nice till he popped the ass question. i was so disappointed of him. but he really was a good looking guy so i thought... fine wt. But she was living with a man who would expect her home, expect dinner, would get all huffy and macho if she suggested eating out with her paying the tab. And since his money had been deposited too recently, there was no way he could pick up the tab. If she were to lie down for a while after she got home, he would want to lie down beside her and do stuff. Doing stuff was fun much of the time; George was an attentive and imaginative lover. But the class hadn’t left her with the energy. Living. When I walked into the kitchen, Krista rolled her eyes at me. “What is it?” I asked.“You and the Princess need to be a little quieter. You are lucky mom and dad weren’t here.”“You are just jealous.”“Jealous of what? Masturbating to your phone? No, I am not jealous, because I am better than that. If a guy wants this, it isn’t going to be done over the phone.” She tossed her hair and walked out of the kitchen. I shrugged her remarks off and began to fix a sandwich. Once I was done, I headed. ."...Whatever," I shrug. "They're supposed to be a tight. And I know Ilook GOOD in a leotard. Honestly... HONESTLY. I know I look good." Well,I say I know I look good, anyway..."Damn right you do!" Megan says with a warm smile.However, after the next lesson, I still find myself feeling self-conscious as I strip off my blouse, my skirt and my tights and step intomy long-sleeved team leotard- not least because I know the eyes of all myfriends are on me as I do so."You can stop staring," I sigh..