" Yes, darling," said Cecilia, feeling weirdly trapped as she watched Ms.Anderson play with her fork."What are you looking at?" said Ms. Anderson."Not...hing, darling. I was waiting for you to take a bite."Ms. Anderson took a deliberate bite of her puff pastry and looked atCecilia expectantly. Cecilia took a tiny morsel of puff pastry andlifted it to her mouth."Now chew it slowly, like a real lady. Oh, honey, you look good likethat."Cecilia chewed endlessly at the morsel, trying to make it last,. Well, it was nice talking to you." No." I said it with just a little too much urgency."My last class ends at one. We can talk then." Can I come in there to talk?" All the way from school?" Yes." Sure. I'm glad nothing is wrong." Biting wits those Goldbergs.She gave me directions to find her office and I packed up some books for study. I could read them in her office.I felt terrible. This is why you don't get emotionally involved with anyone. It hurts. It sucks.I cranked up the music on my radio. I usually washed my armpit good, but for the last 3 days I was on the roads, so did not get the chance to clean them. My armpit smelled too. With my shirts off, I can smell it now. I was kind of worried that the armpit odor might draw Sangita away from me, which I would not let happen by any means.But my solace was in that Sangita was sleeping deeply then and was not aware of any thing else. But I must admit that my armpit smelled a lot, but Sangita's armpit was not lagging far behind when. Her nipples were still hardening from the stimulation and looked very inviting. I had a brief urge to kiss them, but I resisted it. I was surprised at how much larger her breasts looked. She had seemed almost flat-chested, but I could see now that she was at least a C-cup, maybe even larger. It was hard to tell with her squirming around like that, even if it did make her breasts bounce so nicely. I revised my estimate of her age. I had thought she was in her late twenties, but that must have.