I understood that the sketch will be from that boy madhan. I don’t know why I was not furious instead I was pleased and flattened. I did not ask abo...ut this from madhan as the sketch was sent anonymously me.After few days, I saw madhan dawdling outside the staff room.He asked “Miss, did you get the picture?”Me: what? You mean it was from you?I told him it was a lovely picture and that if really had drawn it he ought to have signed it. I asked him to wait and went inside staff room. I brought the. “Not happy living in the village any more Charles?” Mr D****r asked him one morning. He was loading up his car with files and expensive clothes, for another London trip. “Not my sort of place any more Mr D****r,” replied Charles. “Why, I thought you loved living with the poor but honest people? Working class together, and all that?” D****r was clearly making fun of him, but knew he could get away with it. They both looked to the house, where Sandra stood watching them. “Take care of the. Someone shouted ‘Go on, wobble them for us’ and Sarah shook the top half of her body sideways and those lovely tits wobbled around. The cheering got even louder. Now Sarah moved back to the first man in the semi-circle and lent forward, pressing her tits right up in his face. Oh he loved it. Then Sarah did what all the men in the room were hoping for. She reached down, picked his wrists up and put his hands on her tits. She moved back a bit so they weren’t pressed into his face and so he could. It didn't really affect me.Like most people, I got shifted. I wound up in my brother's body.Everybody said we were practically identical, hard to tell apart.Not for me.I look in the mirror, and yes, it's very similar. But the tinydifferences stand out like mountains to me. Did you know there's a wordfor that little indentation on your upper lip under the septum? Yeah.Philtrum. Well, it's wrong; it's too wide at the bottom, spreads outtoo much. It leaps out at me every morning when I.