. . . For a few months. Of course I used to look at her, at least trying to not let her notice that I was observing her. I used to study until 7 or 8p... I liked cooking also; I am also a handsome guy, 5 foot 4 inches tall and sexually attractive. When I came over to the balcony I used to remove my tea shirt. She used to look at my body as I stood bare. I managed getting friendly to her son by then. On weekends we used to play. He would come over to my house and we used something or the other. I. Other things were much deeper. I remember one day when she said that personal comfort was easy, but providing comfort for a group of people was an art. Later I thought about it and realized that she had expressed a great truth.“When I would start to get impatient, she would put a hand on mine and tell me to relax. She would remind me that the difference between some task taking five minutes and ten minutes was nothing in the span of a lifetime. Last month, when you waited in line to pay for. "That bothered me at first, but I'm kind of used to the idea now."Gina continued staring at the two of them in astonishment. Then, to Sam's relief, she laughed."Well, that explains why you were so cool about my staying over!" I hope you won't tell anyone," Caroline said. "I don't think most people would understand." You can say that again!" Gina exclaimed. "I had no idea." Does this change your mind about us?" Sam asked her."I guess not," Gina answered, after considering it. "I mean, it doesn't. I'd already had mymakeup check. Stephanie would be upset if I messed it up now."Oh Megan," Dad comforted me by pulling me into a loving hug. Safeinside of my private dressing room, he could comfort me in the one waythat nobody else here could. "You'll do fine - I promise. You're anamazing young woman. I'm so proud of what you've accomplished, and Iknow that this is just the beginning of many great things you will getto do in your life." I can't do this, Dad!" I whined back. "I'm going to mess.