I can feel his gaze penetrating me."What's your name?" Zaynab." Andrew. Pretty name, what does it mean?" It means 'fragrant flower'"He leans over and ...gives an exaggerated, theatrical smell. He wrinkles his nose as if he's just smelt something vile. I'm suddenly worried: did I forget to put antiperspirant on before leaving the house? I try to subtly sniff myself, then catch his grin out of the corner of my eye. Cheeky fucker.Now I look at him closely he's quite handsome. He has a strong jawline,. A good one, finally, but still a major change. The quiet between us is driving me nuts, though. So, how are you doing?”I pulled the stop in the sink, rinsed the soapy water down the drain, and dried my hands. I turned into him and pressed my body into his. I could feel my unrestrained breasts press into him and I wondered if he could feel it, too. I was sure his touches had already confirmed that just because he bought me several bras, it didn’t mean that I was routinely wearing them now. As I. Vicki was a brunette and such a babe, slim and very open minded, she was also the dominate leader and I had no choice but to obey her every wimp, I think Sarah like the way she ordered me around and me being a dummy gladly obliged. This one particular day during the summer months Vicki and Sarah made sure I followed them back to Vicki’s house after class.As class finish for the day, my heart was thumping as I got closer to Vicki’s house. I was somewhat excited and somewhat hesitant in what was. I had been coming for months and although we rarely talked, I felt close to the owner. In any case, he accepted. A few minutes later I was heaving boxes and lifting books. I knew the moment I touched it. I ran my finger across the worn plastic where a hundred other fingers had brushed a hundred times. My finger rested briefly in the cool ring of metal and I felt this tiny shock. Images filled my mind of women carting around this beloved object, of writers creating their first novel. Stories.