I said bhabi how can I come unless you invite me and why did you not call me. she said oh oh I had misplaced your number that is why I did not call yo...u. after 5 minutes I took her to a coffee house had it and asked permission to leave. she said ok and took my number again and we went our ways.On next Wednesday I got a call from her and I was too happy to receive her call. I greeted her and thanked her for calling me. she told me the reason for calling me and told me that next day I have to come. "Fuck no!" she spat. "It's just that all of you guys are alike. You don't want a relationship with a woman who really feels something for you and loves you. You just wanna get your dick wet, with some big breasted bimbo with no brains." Well" I said calmly. "The big breasted bimbos are smart enough to do one thing that gives them the advantage, whether it involves dating, relationships, or getting guy's dicks wet."She looked at me dubiously and asked, "What's that?" They ask," I snapped. "They. She seemed to have a quick smile, deep dimples, and flashing steely ice blue that no one could miss. She often could be heard telling a joke or two that made the others smile.Often young men took this as a sign that she was the most approachable, and tried to either get her alone or pump her for information on the others, but she was always tactful enough to turn them down without anyone's feelings getting hurt or feeling embarrassed. She had a way of making them feel that even if they failed. Betsy Lou had told me she that Becky Sue put Kleenex in her top when we were walking to fifth grade one day. I wondered why anyone would do that, but didn't think much about it. I figured maybe she didn't have pockets. Looking at her now, it was obvious there weren't any Kleenex involved. He top was unbuttoned enough so I could see the bra that wasn't completely covering what was inside. There was a lot to not cover. Part of that was because Becky Sue was what my mom would call "chunky." Not.