” I responded, opening my door.I walked around my truck, opening the door for Jasmin, letting her out. I walked her to the front door, where she pau...sed to fish her keys from her pocket. With keys in hand she turned to me and stepped close, putting her arms around my waist and stepping up on her toes. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers softly. For close to a minute, we kissed softly, slowly with no urgency. Without a doubt Jasmin was the absolute best kisser I had ever experienced. Her. She was almost ethereal. It was still recognizably Yoo Jin, but she had something done to her eyes so that they looked big and round. Her nose was thinner, her face less round with her jawline angling down to a pert chin. She smiled and dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth. She skated right up to the edge of an almost unearthly beauty but stayed firmly on this side.Her breasts were somewhat larger, and her hips were rounder. She wore that dress like a tiger wears its skin.I finally. "Its ok, your new to the hospital. Just don't let it happen again 'kay?."Nodding her head like a child she quickly turns and darts out the double door, leaving us real professionals free to burst out in laughter.How totally unrealistic she must have been to think she was important enough to eat here with us. Maybe when she and her other nursey's spend years and years in schooling with college payments, she too can join us in the big boys and girls room. Oh I'm sure she'll learn her place soon. Amma would give her husband a massage and would straddle him to give him a very vigorous massage which lasted a couple of minutes. On the way back home she would sit down on the roadside benches to rest two three times and she would drag me close to her to caress me and kiss me cupiously and keep telling me that I am a “Good Baba”. We had a big house and Amma had her own small room where she had had a cot, a table and chair and a couple calendars with Gods pics. Amma generally brought me back.