Becky was simply fond of beelining to conclusions. Still, I frowned to think of how close she flirted to the truth.It hadn’t been seduction, per se.... But inappropriate actions hadn’t been in absentia. The memory of unyielding muscles lined at my back threatened to leave me breathless before my roommate. The iron intrusion of his elongated member pressed against me with clear intention ... My stomach knotted.“You can’t show up naked,” she concluded, but when her eyes lit with a sudden change of. The nipples and surrounding areolae wereindeed at the very tip and projected outward. Before, mine had been moreat the bottom of my breasts, sagging downward without a bra, giving adroopy appearance. Staring at my new chest, I was in total shock. Anyswelling was only minor. There seemed to be a bit of puffiness, a slightswelling behind each nipple. But that did little if any to contribute tomy new fullness and pronounced appearance. So the heft and size of eachbreast was not caused by that. I. It goes so well with my outfit.And I love the netting." I'm glad you're enjoying it, sweetie. Now go and see what Marge has foryou."He hated the way they spoke to him, as if he really was who he was beingmade to present himself as. Even so, he minced across the room, to thesofa. Marge couldn't entirely disguise her amusement as she reached intoa red and white striped bag with the name of a women's store on it. Whatshe came out with was a navy clutch bag with white trim and a gold clasp.His. "Talk tomorrow," he said as he walked away.I shook my head. I could easily go to the office and tell them that he was sexually harassing me. But the truth of the matter, he was an excellent trainer, better than me by leaps and bounds. Most of his clients were high end, and they were getting fast results. If it came down to it, they would get rid of me. "Teresa!" I yelled as I spotted her talking on the phone with the treadmill at it's lowest setting. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~I lay in the bathtub.