"For her it was! I'm just the baby sitter" He laughed back, causal and calm. Looking over at this nearly comatose girl, her shirt a ruffled mess, rev...ealing her plump breasts. "Where's home then?" "Ahhh head to..." He quickly flicked through her purse, finding her ID. "18 Burton Street". Her head was lolling back and forth across his chest as the taxi turned. He kept his arm firmly tucked around her, holding her steady. Not that he thought she was going anywhere, he was simply savouring every. Can’t you see the pucker of cellulite starting?’ Janice turned her back to the mirror and checked the backs of her thighs. Her skin was perfectly soft and smooth and they looked nice in the new skirt. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. My thighs look fine.’ ‘No, they don’t. They’re chubby and bulgy. And look at your knees! Your kneecaps are just a dent in your fat legs.’ Janice stared at her reflection, her mouth drying up. Her reflection was, of course, perfect. Not a hint of fat any. A few moments later she kicked aside her sandals and it just seemed so natural that my hands slid down her sides, into the waistband of her slacks and panties and on down her side until her clothes dropped into a puddle around her feet. I helped her back to lay on the bed and moved her clothes to a chair out of the way. While I quickly dispensed with my own clothes, I surveyed her body. I'm sure that many guys would have given her one glance and no other consideration. She carried a little. “More important what kind of man is he off the battlefield.”“Quite shy and diffident. A resolute commander in battle but quite affable off it. Well liked by his men if my sergeant friends is to be believed.”“Well he didn’t hoof us out on our ear and his men are being well behaved. What do you propose I do then?”“Go to his room tonight and offer him a deal that is both political and personally attractive. With your assistance the transition is going to be a lot easier. You know this place and.