“Have at her,” his girlfriend says before turning to me. “You’re wearing this uniform every day, and you’re not allowed to wash it, so make ...sure you don’t spill a drop. You’re on the team, but you’re still nothing more than a urinal. Remember that.”Sheesh. What’s with the endless animosity. I’m trying my best here.So it is with my boobs out, my mouth open, and my eyebrows raised that I begin my training. My real training, I guess. Warm piss is a completely different beast. Urine is one of the. ” I said, “But…” She did not listen, and I said, “I will try.”I drank the milk and requested her to sleep on the cot and told her that I will sleep down. She did not agree and we both ended up sleeping on the cot.Before sleeping, I made a comment, “Please don’t mistake me for saying this, maaji. You look very beautiful today. I am really lucky to have you as my wife.”For the first time, I could see a smile on her face and we both slept as we were very tired.The next day, Rani woke me up around. "And I look even younger." Just dress up like you know how and be charming," said the old flapper. "Too bad rumor has it she prefers women, or you could be especially charming."I thought of the president's secretary. I told the flapper about the woman's desire and her experience. "Fast work stud. Call her," said the old flapper. "I'll hire her." I think she likes her job," I said"She can work part time. Take her to the City and buy her a fabulous dress." And when exactly am I supposed to do. It was obvious to me that she hadn't worn a bra today. She really couldn't get away with it without people noticing. She was too big, I would guess a C cup, on the verge of becoming a D. She always wore her earthy toned sweaters that were bulky everywhere except around her tits. They clung to them, and I always felt that if I looked hard enough I would be able to see her nipples poking through the loose weave of her sweaters. They made my mouth water.I couldn't explain it. There was nothing.