I was taken my matriculation exams when my father became ill and the result was that, that he became disabled. Even now he could not move. The family ...where my father was working helped us very much but till how? There was no any one to earn for the family for survival. Only I was now to do something for my family. So I went to meet the Begamsab where my father was working. I asked her to give me job instead of my father. She told me that it is too difficult. You have no an experience. Hoe could. Lucky guys don’t check it out; they are more concerned about shaved legs and pits. Neither do they check the laundry with its s**ttering of brief musky masturbation scented skimpy panties and socks to wash. Guys only care about seeing you naked and keeping you naked. They don’t care where panties are as long as they are off. They would sniff them if they got the chance.You take to walking around your flat half naked or in the buff. You look fucking good anyway. You enjoy your full birthday suit. It doesn't say you are a nice person. Your actions say that. It doesn't tell the story of who you are, just what happened that day you were hurt." I said and placed a chip into my mouth."Thanks, it's very nice of you to say that." Julie said.We ate lunch in silence, and then went back to work. The next day I again ate lunch with Julie, and on Thursday, I asked her out."Julie, I know you probably have plans, but I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me tomorrow?" I asked. She deliberately let herhands continue brushing against Virginia's blouse as she arranged thescarf. "Oh, don't be such a silly girl! I'm your dresser. I can't help touchingyou if I'm adjusting your clothes. It happens all the time in the topfashion houses. You're just a clothes horse to me when I'm dressingyou."Virginia sighed as if to say something but thought better of it. 'What'sthe use' she thought, 'if Sandie had any feelings, she'd have shown themby now.'Once again Jeanette knocked.