He looks like his picture and he looks at me, smiling hopefully. He knows my description, but I didn't send him a pic. He's standing; we're close anyw...ay, just coming through the doors brought us together."Lisa?" Hi, yeah, it's me," a self-conscious smile, a little roll of the eyes. The usual, just little ol' me playing innocent for the waitress standing there behind the cash register. Not for him, I tell myself.He takes my hand in his and we shake briefly. No sparks, no electricity running. After taking a final sip of her tea, she rose and went into the bedroom. Tonight she was going to put on the new lingerie she had purchased. The plan had been to wear it on Saturday after going out to dinner with him, but tonight was a special occasion.In the bedroom, she opened the closet and removed a small bag. Inside was a lacy black corset. Undressing, she put on the corset. With the weight that she had lost over the past two months, the corset really looked spectacular. Her breasts filled. –Preface As a kid, I always hung out with four other kids from my neighborhood. We would do absolutely everything together… ride bikes, play baseball, and various other things to pass the time. Jim and I were neighbors and the closest of friends. We were constantly trying to outdo each other in whatever it was we would do. In middle school, it was racing our bikes. In high school it was basketball. Nowadays we spend most of our time outdoing each other in the business world, but back then, it. Which, when we visited, did not have any tables or chairs, but all the children are provided with a healthy school lunch – Ugali and beans, rice and beans or cassava and beans, all made with milk for added calcium. For some of these children it will be the best, and possibly the only meal they will receive although their parents must have more money than average to pay the school fees. Like the classroom the dining hall was a model of western life, with a serving hatch and a group of dinner.