When I got downstairs, I felt a little embarrassed as I tried to find myboss, knowing that I was feeling self-conscious about how I looked, andwanting... my boss to like what she saw. I shouldn't have been worried. AsI walked into the kitchen, she heard my heels click on the tiled floorand turned round."Oh my, Stephanie, you do look lovely," she said as she walked over tome. "Give me a twirl."As I very self-consciously gave a twirl, I had a glow of pride insidedue to her reaction. She obviously. I invited him to join me for dinner. He went home to freshen up and I started to prepare the dinner. I prepared simple roti, dal, one sabji and rice. I was very nervous but highly excited about what may really happen. By nine, I made my son to sleep. I took bath and changed to a two-piece chiffon nightgown. Needless to mention that I wasn’t wearing bra.Mr Bajaj came by nine and I arranged dinner on the table. I was wearing the outer piece also not giving him any idea of what is (or say what is. He covered her sex battered body under a blanket then kissed her lips and licked her salty face. He left her there moaning on the secluded stretch of beach. He changed back into his running clothes and went in search of his next prey. He spotted her pretty quickly. It was a girl running. She was cute and probably eighteen. She was tanned a really nice bronze color. Her dirty blond hair was in a tight long tight braided ponytail that stuck out of the back of a white peak hat. She wore little. She had asked him, "How did I end up in bed with you?"He had sheepishly replied, "I got up to use the bathroom and found you on the floor. No matter how mad I was, I care too much to allow you to suffer like that. So I picked you up, put you in bed and snuggled up with you."Becca realized that was as close as he had ever come to saying he loved her. Of course she hadn't come out and told him how she felt either.She had promised herself she wouldn't say that to anyone until she was sure..