Marilyn, your problem is that you think I’m a better guy than I really am. I work hard at being the kind of man you think I am, but sometimes I slip... up. All I could think about when I was in Honduras was how much I wanted to come back to you and see Charlie. I’m sorry when I don’t live up to your expectations.”Marilyn started sobbing and lay down in my arms on the chaise lounge. I wrapped my hands around her back and held her. She just cried and repeated over and over, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”. " I saw the question cross Doctor Embert's face. "The idea of physical beauty was more rounded, voluptuous. Here, I have some PG-rated examples on my iPad." I showed her a sassy blonde one."Yes, that's pretty close to our Susan," she agreed. "Still, she can be rather disarming. Hardly the sort of thing one expects to see while hearing about conductive rail cross sections." Yep! That's Susan," I said. "Disarming." Okay," Doctor Embert said. "Now, if we can get back to this data you're showing me. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt, waiting for some sort of sign she wanted me to stop. As the shirt came off, she sat up and covered her breasts. "What's wrong? Do you want to stop?" I asked. "No. I'm just embarrassed." "Embarrassed why?" "I don't like my body. I'm fat." I smiled at her again and sat up. "Sweetie, if I was worried about that, would I be kissing you?" She nodded her head no.I stood up and looked down at her. I kissed her again and gently moved her hands down. My lips moved down. 'nan inimel driving palaga pokiren. Athum raja vidame palakuren. Palakiathum velaia vitu niruthuren' enral amma. Nanum sari enren. Adutha naal mor amma rajavai alaithu driving soli kodukumaru ketal. Raja muthalil yosithavan pirargu sari enru soli koduka arampithan. Vetilirunthu sila km varai senru en ammavirku driving soli koduthan. Thinamum mor, eve 2 velai soli kodupan. Mor nan school senrathum amma raja udan mor driving clas poval. Nan eve vetirku varum pothu eve drivin clas mudipal. Dailyum.