36. Her dressing sense was superb. She generally puts on a sari and blouse. Tonight she was in light green semi transparent sari with a low cut sleeve...less blouse. The part of her swollen boobs were visible from the cleavage easily when she bent to serve refreshment. I could see half of her huge globes. Salim all the while was busy drinking and never noticed my glances at his wife. Reshma, too did not bother about the presence of her husband and was quite attentive to me. While the drinks were. There were a lot of dresses andskirted suit sets hanging in there. There was also about a hundred pairsof shoes there. None with less than a 3 inch heel though. I definitelyhave to talk to my father about that. Heels are very uncomfortably aftera period of time and it would be nice to have a pair of flats or two, forcomfort sake. Maybe if more men wore women's clothes they wouldappreciate all the torture women go through.I noticed the photos of me throughout my childhood were. It's ridiculous, no one else is. I'm a solipsist, yes. But why not? Is anyone else falling over their heels to love me? I'm a bit of a munchkin. I'm too short, I suppose. But I really do love the face I have. It's round, pale, innocent. I wear heavy glasses, I have little piggy eyes. It's a 19th Century face, Victorian; not the perky, fake, plastic face the world wants you to wear today, a face so frozen it's not even capable of a sneer, let alone a sincere smile. And you think I'm hateful,. She had pressed herself against him and laid her head on his other shoulder, sans the drooling. Over her shoulder came the sound of a sleepy yawn followed by the unmistakable sound of Jake passing gas. He heard a sleepy giggle then snores. "Should bottle that boy and we could heat the house all year," Bryan muttered.Silver's eyelids fluttered open at the sound of Bryan's voice and made an awful face, wrinkling her nose. "Jake is behind me isn't he?" she said."Yep," he replied. "That would be.