I noticed her shade of skin, her slightly curvy figure, live vibrant eyes, firm breasts with a bit of cleavage visible at the beginning of her dress-l...ine. All of this had taken me aback for a moment and I kept staring at the sexy cook.Chaya didn’t seem to mind all of this and just walked in and continued to do her chores. From there on, I made a point to open the door when she came and be close to the kitchen area whenever she was there.Soon we began talking and developed a rapport. She used to. "Pretty?" Absolutely. Very pretty." Not masculine at all?"I wasn't sure what she wanted to hear, but guessed correctly. "Oh no. Not at all." And you? Are you masculine?"From the corner of my eye I could see my reflection, the little maid's cap perched on my peroxide 'hair', the frilled apron. I licked my lips."Not very, I guess," I said, blushing."Not very? Does that mean you think you're somewhat masculine?" Well .. I .." Think you're more masculine than me?" she interrupted quickly.I didn't. I’m guessing not – nobody has said anything. Still, I found myself thinking back to that Question Time in August. I’m sure I’ve heard someone saying that New Order plans to introduce “No Wanking” legislation, though I reckon that IS scare mongering.Wednesday October 20thThey’ve changed the time of my bus in the mornings. I used to get the 7:30 bus but they’ve made it a “Women Only” service. Now I have to get a bus at 6:45 which gets me to work way too early. I didn’t get much sympathy in the. "I'm working through the problems but I don't think I will ever like math." I'm sure you'll do fine," she told him."I need to get home. I have homework to do," he said taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly."If you get need help, just call me," she said looking into his eyes. "I'll do whatever I can."David smiled at her and nodded his head catching the double meaning in her statement. "Thank you. Again, you look great."It was a beautiful fall day, warm but not overly so and David felt.