She passed one guy who noticed. His eyes lingered between her legs as he walked in the opposite direction. Elaine hated those unsolicited hungry looks.... He mumbled something that sounded like, 'camel toe, ' but she wasn't sure. Whatever it was it didn't make any sense anyway. Without acknowledging him she continued walking straight past, staring petulantly ahead, safe behind her dark sunglasses.She glanced over her shoulder and confirmed he wasn't following her. Breathing again, she stopped a. I know where the guys are. Maybe I’m lucky compared to some women. I don’t know how it seems to guys, but to me, it seems my chest is like a magnet. I pull off my coat, tighten my sweater down a bit, and just sit up taller. That really highlights the twins. In cheaper places, men start hovering like mosquitoes around a kid at summer camp. I could tell this place was nicer, though. I saw some eyes moving, but the guys had enough restraint to stay put for a while before moving in.My favorite. The pain was intense and my skin was covered with the marks of the bristle scrapes on me. Then they started on my legs too especially targeting my inner thighs. I fell on the slippery floor onto all fours and felt the shaft of one of the brooms being pushed into my exposed arse crack showing above the speedos. I swung my arm back to try to deflect the broom handle but the other guys dropped their brooms and grabbed me. I struggled but three against one was futile and they gripped me tightly so. "Where were you yesterday?" he asked."I was sick."He had the look that someone gives you when they know you're full of shit but didn't say anything more."Ever hear of the COG project?" he asked."No," he replied, not really paying much attention to him. Michael finished logging into his computer and started sifting through his Email as Arnie was explaining to him that it was some anthropomorphic android project some research students were working on at some university."Sounds interesting," he.