After he broke the ice with his kind words, the time in the restaurant was just great. We talked–well, in fact *I* did the most of the talking–about so many things! And there was never this awkward fee- ling of not knowing what to say. The atmosphere was just, like, inspirational: If he, say, made a compliment about my hair, there in- stantly popped up some stories I've heard when I was sitting at the hairdresser's chair and so there were new topics to talk about.

And he made compliments about so many things! I felt sooo attractive in his presence! Then, out of a sudden, he even said that he admires my tits! Yes, that's exactly what he said, and exactly the term he used.

You can imagine how baffled I was at this moment, taking in account the circumstances! We were sitting in an upper-class restaurant, having never actually talked about something sexual or erotic, doing just a lot of small-talk about completely harmless stuff, and then this respectable gentleman said: "Und, Jessy, ich bewundere deine Titten." ("And, Jessy, I admire your tits.")

I think I blushed crimson at once. Not just because of the surprise, but also out of concern that somebody else could have heard his words. But this idea didn't last long. When I looked at the professor, I couldn't see any strange expression: He looked perfectly normal, as if it was the most normal thing to make such a compliment–and it was then that I realized that his words actually were nothing else but meant as a nice compliment! When I got that, I smiled my broadest smile, said "Thank you, Sir", and tried to push out my rack even more.