She had gripped it tightly closed with one hand when she realized. He made her very uncomfortable, calling her ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’ or somet...ing like that every time he saw her. His eyes were always darting to her chest or legs, and he made a few suggestions about how the rent might be ‘discounted.’. But she could not afford to move, her first job barely left enough for her to buy food, then when she was laid off the unemployment checks were even less. When she found the job working for Ben. It feels like you're the one controlling me... making me your puppet. And you never, ever ask for a God damn thing in return. Christ, I thought I was teaching you all these things and it turns out that I was just wasting your time. You're a master violinist and I'm barely a fiddle. The truth, Jason..." He could hear her voice catching and her words became blubbery. She was starting to cry. "The truth is that I was scared. I was so fucking scared. I was so afraid that you'd get bored with me and. She tried to set herself free from my grip but I held her firm. Realizing she can’t wrestle her way out she requested “Please leave me, it is not correct, I am married”I did not pay any heed to it. I could feel her lovely breasts against my chest. Slowly her resistance to me died down and felt her arms also behind my back and I understood she is giving in. I loosened my grip over her and cupped her right breast over her blouse and squeezed them a little and she lent out a little moan. I lifted. Nails, false ones. Aunty Bev wasn’t doing anything by halves was she? Once applied then they were given a glossy coat of red varnish. I stared at my fingers part of me wondering if they were really mine.Having given everything time to dry Aunty Bev topped up the glasses and then began on my face.“You have a beautiful shaped nose and chin and those round eyes will help, in fact there is a gentle female quality to your face.” She told me as she began smoothing foundation over my face and neck..