’ I thought back. ‘That is a bit silly!’ The thought continued, ‘It’s not his fault you find him fat and gross. It is clear he can’t help ...but look at you in this way. He hasn’t chosen to, to make you feel bad, or uncomfortable. He is driven by a chemical sexual urge that YOU have stirred in him. You can’t blame him for that, and you can’t blame him, for YOU thinking him fat and gross.’‘Gosh... I feel bad now, the way I have been so physically repelled by him, is not his fault at all.’ A wash of. Maine new delhi railway station se train li aur apne gaon raat ko 9 baje poch gya wahan se auto karke mausi ke ghar pocha wahan meri mausi batija aur uski biwi rehte the. Wahan poch kar maine apna samaan bahar ek kamra bana tha jahan main hamesha rukta tha wahan rakha aur batije ke saath daru pee khana khaya aur so gya.Subha batija job pe jaldi chala jata tha aur main late utha jaise hi meri aankh khuli to bahu pocha lga rahi thi meri nazar seedha uske boobs par padi meri aankhein fati ki fati. ..I took her other hand and brought them down so that she came closer as she let me move her in a slow circle as the music played. Her face was close to my right shoulder and I smiled as I saw her glance up at me.I put a cheek against her hair and closed my eyes as we became as one and everyone and everything around us faded away. Neither of us noticed the crowd slowly step back until it was only the blind girl and me dancing on the floor.It was then I saw a tear fall from her eye and I gripped. "That's a little racy, even for me!" Stacey laughed, and I couldn't help smiling. "Put on the skirt and boots, look in the mirror, and tell me what you see." I look like a total slut," I complained a minute or so later. "The bra is showing everywhere." Take it off, then, silly! You know you don't really need it; the vest will give you enough support."The solution was obvious enough in hindsight I felt like an idiot. I felt cooler already, and without the telltale flashes of fabric under my arms.