The truth is that I know this man/boy and he is no stalker. His only crime is one of innocence. Every day he climbs aboard my carriage and trails alon...g behind me to the office block where we both work. Every day he teases me with his doe-eyes, soft lips and Bambi-like gracelessness. At lunchtime he sits laughing and joking with colleagues whilst I peer above my packaged Panini hoping for a glance, a smile, a waved hand and a tender word.I have become quite smitten. Nightly I have dreamt of the. I scheduled an interior decorator to give me various layouts of my new space so I could have it ready as soon as my husband's estate transferred over to me. I knew that moving my c***dren would be problematic but with new newfound wealth I could show them that I did not have to live like June Cleaver from Leave it to Beaver. I could provide them with a new lifestyle, clothes, and other modern comforts that we had been denied for all of their lives. My son could find new private teachers to. The short, black hair on her head was like soft silk strands that ran straight down her back without a hint of curl. Her shoulder blades were prominent through her back skin and what little musculature she had back there. Her buns were just barely beginning to develop and the split between the halves did not gap open as some more full bottomed girls may have. The backs of her legs revealed a slim set of hips that flared into a well rounded set of calves and tiny bare feet with exquisitely. I flush. You have always talked about doing this, but I had thought you were joking. I should have known better. ?Here? Right now? Can I not at least go to the lady’s room?? I whisper in a pleading voice. You smile, but the steel in your voice is unmistakable. ?Right here, right now.? I swallow hard and look at you with fear in my eyes. Granted we are at a corner table, but there are also plenty of other patrons around, not to mention the wait staff. I know there is only.