“Well, boys don’t really understand how to tell girls they like them until they get older. Some of those boys might do those things because they ...O like you and just don’t know how to say it,” I explained trying to sound smart.“Do you like me?” she asked innocently.“Sure,” I assured her.“I mean,” she continued, “even though I don’t have boobs like Rose?”“You don’t need to have boobs to make boys like you,” I assured her, “When you find the right boy you will just know and he will like you for. And she figures every guy that picks her up will do the same. But I always have news for them; we go somewhere, and I promise to pay, afterwards-then give them a thumb up their holes and tell them to scram. Can they bitch? To whom? They know what they've done, know also what they've asked for doing what they've done; so they keep their fucking mouths shut.That's a laugh: fucking mouths. Many a time, trust me, they do just that: fuck with their mouths -or let you fuck their mouths. Those bitches. It looks cool.”“It can do lots of stuff, though mostly with the database. Look at the menu options. It can be really handy when things don’t work right.”Penny gave me a quick kiss, and I walked out of the office.“Steve,” Tasha called out, “Do you have a minute?”I walked over to her desk and plopped down in a chair.“What’s up?”“I was wondering if you had some time to talk,” she said quietly.“I’m sure I can make time. What did you want to talk about?”“You know,” she said blushing.“Why don’t you. " She was trying to remove the man's uneasiness, pouting her lips and breathing heavily. As he sat down she took his hand and held it to her breast. "You are a man Pawan. Do you not see a woman before you? Is she not desirous and worthy of your touches?" Komal asked imploringly.She was looking intently at the man's face. Had she looked down, more towards the man's thighs, she would have seen the bursting bulge in the middle of his jeans that was an unfailing answer to her question."Yes madam, I.