Pickings were slim. She was remarkably self-centered, a fact she never suspected. Her majesty took everyone’s largesse as if she had a birthright to...it. She was the type who accepted invitations to spent holidays at the homes of friends, but never invited back. Always keenly aware of her own pain and angst, she never empathized with that of others. It was natural for her to refuse a request. ‘No.’ came so easily to her. Her ego was big enough to convince her that everyone she knew was. " Brooke kicked herself figuratively in her head for making everything sound so damned formal.Dee smiled and said softly, "I'm so very pleased to meet the both of y'all. Brooke speaks very highly of the two of you."Melissa Cavanaugh smiled at the greeting and Dee's obvious Southern accent and then snorted. Before anyone could react, she said with a laugh in her voice, "Honey, it's nice of you to say so, but no college girl ever did that, at least none that I'VE ever been associated with--so. Liam, the bartender responsible for keeping the peace the night I had the altercation with the big guy, was frequently comping me Diet Cokes. He said he was grateful I had taken care of the big guy because he couldn't. He also said he had noticed there were rarely fights when I was there. I had become the unofficial bouncer.Liam helped steer me away from women who could get me in trouble.I was sitting at a table two days before the first purchase in which I would be involved."Do you mind if I. I stood behind her digging my crotch on her ass. I took my hand forward and placed them on her stomach, moving my hands all over her stomach and fingering her naval. My hands went up and started squeezing her big melons. The idea of playing with the boobs of my sexy teacher Nirmala was driving me crazy. I was squeezing them like sponge balls and was blustering out “Oh Nirmala, mmmmmm yeah baby you have amazing breasts” she replied in a few mourns. I kissed the back of her neck and shoulder.