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Subject: {ASSM} Ladies' Tailor : Part-4 <*>
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Dear Readers,
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I promise to continue, because you
want it. I am overjoyed with your response. At the moment, I have too
many tailoring orders, too many measurements etc. Still, I wrote
today, so that you don't conclude that Aziz, the tailor has
disappeared. It was not a blackmail last time, believe me ! I just
wanted to know how my readers feel and please continue to send your
comments at

swagato86@yahoo.co.uk
(sorry, it's me, Aziz)

NOTE:-

1. THIS STORY IS EXCLUSIVELY WRITTEN FOR FUN AND ENJOYMENT ONLY. I
WISH TO PAY MY DUE RESPECTS TO EVERY COMMUNITY, SEX, RELIGION,
PROFESSION AND DO NOT WISH TO OFFEND ANYBODY.

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3. THE STORY MAY CONTAIN SEXUAL DESCRIPTIONS OF EXPLICIT NATURE. IF
YOU ARE BELOW THE AGE OF 18 OR FEEL OFFENDED BY WRITINGS OF THIS
NATURE PLEASE DO NOT PROCEEED ANY FURTHER.


***************Ladies' Tailor: Part-4**************************

"One light, two lights, three lights, four lights, five lights and 
go, go, go....."

When the legendary commentator Murray Walker tells this during the
start of a Formula-1 Grand Prix motor racing, believe me, I am unable
to control my own excitements and just get up from the chair, till the
time I am sure that my hero Michael Schumacher is on the lead right
from the first lap. In this case, it was not Schumacher, but my madam 
about to start her lap.

"One button, two buttons, three buttons, four buttons, five
buttons..."( Hell ! Why can't we design blouses with less buttons ?
Maybe I should try !)  and then... no ! No go go go's.

Bra is there and believe me, unhooking that is not always trivial ! I
have seen at least five different styles of hooking/unhooking,
although personally I wish to keep it as simple as possible. I believe
in simplicity and easy solutions.

God !She is about to unhook that. But no, she is not that shameless
that she would do that in front of our eyes. She covered her aanchal
around her bra. Then her fingers of both the hands moved to her back,
at the right spot of the hook.

"E Pintu, order book ko jyaara samhaal..." I whispred to Pintu, as the
order book, resting on his lap was steadily rising up and I was afraid
it might fall.

Hey, don't think I was constantly looking at ma'am. I am not that
shameless, though, let me secretly admit to all of you that I am a
voyeur.I was organising my thread. In between, maybe just for fraction
of seconds, I was stealing a glance though.

When she finally unhooked her bra and took it out of her
hands,....well... what to tell you.....I too needed yet another order
book to hide my  thing...! Her breasts weren't exposed yet. She still
managed to keep her saree's aanchal around her breasts.

Just then the ceiling fan stopped. Electricity in Kolkata goes off at
such crucial moments in peak summer ! Normally one opens the window to
invite some fresh breeze in, but she still kept the windows closed.

Power may fail, but I have to carry out my business. And as I said, I
mean business.

I was ready with my thread. I had calibrated this thread a priori. It
was a white thread, but for every one-tenth of an inch, I had put a
blue marker and for every integral inch, I had used a red marker. On
the whole, the thread was looking quite colorful. I could have kept a
plain thread and every time measured the length with a tape or a
scale, but thought this would be cumbersome. In this case, I could
speak out the readings directly for Pintu to note down.

I came upto madam with the calibrated thread. She slowly shifted her
aanchaal, just enough to uncover the left side of her  left breast. I
needed the nipple, since all measurements are nipple centric. So, the
slight shift, that was needed, I myself did it.

My index finger of right hand rested right on top of her nipple. I
kept it as a pivot and  started stretching the thread upto the
boundary of her breasts, with my left hand. Her breasts were drooping
down. Not her shape's fault exactly. Her breasts are quite heavy and
under the action of gravity and her middle age, the breast slightly
droops. Not much to her discredit, but I was afraid it might cause
some measurement errors.

So, my conclusion was that the droop effect must be nullified. To
every action,  an equal and opposite reaction has to take place. At
least I knew laws of Newton's motion, sorry, Newton's laws of motion
(Being a high school dropout, I always confuse what it should be !).  
So, using my right hand, I raised her breast up, just enough to
nullify the droop. My index finger still remained as a pivot and I
started telling the measurements aloud. For every 10 degrees. ( Oh, I
forgot to tell you. I had a protractor too in my pocket to measure
degrees accurately and accordingly I marked her aureoles).

"E Pintu - likh ! 3.6", 3.4", 3.1", 2.8", 2.4", ....."

Pintu only pointed out the mistake, as I was concentrating on the
measurements, not on the numerical data. He said,

"Boss, it is progressively decreasing......."

"What nonsense are you talking ? It is progressively increasing...." I
scolded him. I shouldn't have, because I completely misunderstood. I
thought he was talking of my own.....it was indeed progressively
increasing.

"No boss, it is decreasing..."

I realized he was talking of readings. I tried to plot the readings
mentally. The locus appeared to me like a spiral.

"So, is it becoming a spiral ?" I wondered because I had never seen a
spiralled breast myself. And stitching that would be so difficult.

But, the very next moment, I understood what the problem was. To
explain the problem, I have to go back to my school days, when I
wasn't still a dropout. In my exam, the question was, "Draw a circle
of radius 4 cms." Believe me, I started well. My pencil was sharpened,
the compass gripped it well, the pivot pin was resting on the paper.
Only problem was that the pivot pin was blunt, so it progressively
shifted the center. In today's world of high tech jargons, you may
like to call it "dynamic centering". Needless to say that despite such
dynamic concepts, I got a perfect "0", even though the circle which I
drew with the best of my sincerity never looked like that !

I felt that nullifying the "droop" and pivoting the nipple
simultaneously with my right hand would just be impossible. My left
hand was already moving in the boundary. And I needed a third hand.

Madam too understood. She suggested, "Call Pintu then..."

So, I called Pintu. I instructed him to fix his index finger firmly on
her tit. It was sufficiently erect, so no problem as such for
placement. With power yet to get restored, madam was sweating a lot,
so now she allowed her aanchaal to fall down, just to get a feel of
natural air inside the room.

Now, the readings were steady. Pintu's finger never betrayed. But, who
would note the readings down. I felt I should have called my second
assistant Joseph over here. But, in a high-tech world, a solution
could be easily found.

Madam had a blank audio cassette, so there she told us to record the
readings. So I did. I had to explicitly make announcements in order to
avoid ambiguity "Left breast 0 degrees 3.6", 10 degrees 3.6", 20
degrees 3.6", 30 degrees 3.5",...., " like that. Once Pintu pressed
her tit slightly more. So even her "ouch..." was also recored. Even
some instructions of madam got recorded, like "Press it slightly up,
ahhh..... ". Once I told Pintu, "Eh Pintu, put your finger there, thik
se raakh bilkul us par....", as madam laughed profusely. All were
recorded.

But, all my formulae were valid for rigid bodies. But, is breast a
rigid body ? The answer is "No." It's a perfect example of a flexible
body, at least that's what madam's breasts were. For every 10 degrees,
I was giving her breasts some form of massage and then quickly taking
the reading, so that the errors were less. Still the readings were
subject to errors. So, what I decided was to repeat the measurements
all over again - three times and then take an average. That would give
us an idea of "average breasts of madam".

We did it for the left as well as the right breast. Everything went on
pretty smoothly, as you see. I took the recorded audio cassette inside
my bag. Time to leave. Madam too put on her bra and blouse.

Pintu wanted to wash his hands, maybe he wanted to pee too.... I don't
know.

When he went out of the room, madam took me into confidence.

"Aziz, " she asked, "Just don't mind my asking, do you stitch panties
too ?" She asked in a low voice.

I got yet another kick in my prick.

"I don't ...., but... maybe I can try. Why ?"

"I tell you my problems with ready made panties. Actually when it fits
to my thighs, the waist is loose, so it comes down. When I buy
according to my waist size, the thighs are so tight that it doesn't go
up all the way upto my waist."

I understood the problem. A mismatch between the thigh size and waist
size ! So, the solutions are as follows:

a) Either her waist should be enlarged. ( Not a bad solution. What you
say ?)
b) Or, her thighs should be trimmed. (Question is who is going to do
it ?)
c) Or, her panties should be tailor made. 

I would definitely prefer solution-(c) in my business interests. As I
said, I mean business.

"Madam, I can stitch panties for you so that your buttocks would be
nicely accommodated - tight enough for prominency, loose enough for a
gentle swing while you walk" I said.

"Really, you mean it ?" she asked.

"I mean it ma'am." I said.

"Haven't you stitched one for film actress .........?" she asked.

"Oh no,...not yet ...maybe someday...who knows ?"

"So, I'll be your first panty customer ? Ahead of film
actress........? Wow !"

After controlling her exhuberance, she asked again, "And your
charges...?"

"Rupees Zero as an introductory offer !" I said.

"Oh no, I must pay you something, either in cash, or in kind, maybe
some advance...." she pleaded.

"Okay madam, don't worry about that part. We'll see later."

"So how long will these blouse stitchings take ?"

"At least till 5th of September. I have plenty of orders. Believe me
ma'am. I don't want to promise you something which I can't fulfil.
Ma'am, Aziz never does it that way."

"Okay, done. Do it that way. On that day, you take my panty
measurements. I'll wait for you", madam said.

Pintu was back. I rightly guessed. He had gone for a pee. 

"But why you took so long ?" I asked, as he rode behind my bicycle.

"What to do boss ? My fly wasn't getting closed. My  cock was
positioned at right angles to the axis of my body. Tightly !"

So, you see. It's not me alone. Even Pintu has started talking in
terms of Geometry !

But no joke - I have to concentrate on geometry again before I stitch
panties. Ass modelling has to take place and I'll think over it. But,
I'm afraid, in addition, knowledge of differential calculus is
neccessary. Rate of change of slope.....that is "dy/dx" !  No no, I'll
simplify it a lot, so don't feel worried.


****************End Part-4**********************************************************

Readers,
Please do not expect the next part before 5 th September, as promised
to madam.   I apologise for disappointments, if any. I have to execute
a lot of orders, plus geometry, plus differential calculus. Please
bear with me. In the meantime, if you write, I'll read your mails and
at least try to reply.

It's me, Aziz

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