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We started to study together, but I didn't really understand why his computer was on, since all the work was in mine and we worked on my laptop. After a quarter, he asked my permission to go to the toilet and said:
"Kenan, I'll be back in 15 minutes and I kindly ask you not to look at the documents menu in my computer!" As everybody knows, there you can find the history of the files he opened recently. I first thought that he had something related with the job that he did not want me to see, then I remembered 2 things: first, there could be nothing more confidential about job than what I was exposed to; and second, all of the job was in his laptop, not in the home computer.
These two facts together with the temptation in his voice triggered my curiosity and for the second time that evening I decided to do what I shouldn't. I clicked on the start menu, and I moved my mouse towards the documents menu. I was as excited as a teenager who was into his first experience when a new window appeared next to the documents menu. There were all the recent files that he worked, in front of me.
I started to scan the files from the top with my eyes. The first half were all ordinary file names that did not take my attention. Towards the end of the list of 15 files, I suddenly saw a jpg. file named "Fatma01-aug01".
It was clear that it was a picture of Fatma, his wife. I immediately clicked it twice to open. What opened was a very high resolution full screen picture of his beautiful wife dressed in a very provocative way.
She had reddish brown hair, green eyes, she was about 5'7" tall and was wearing a very tight white t-shirt and a tight, very short black skirt to show her womanly figure.
What immediately took my attention were her full breasts, that looked like they had a great fight against the white cotton t-shirt to tear it and pop out free. And they were hardly stopped by the poor bra and the cotton cloth. They really looked like two big rockets under her t-shirt and I wished to have the luck to see her dressed like that at least once in my lifetime. Her breasts were really big and looked very big compared to her thin body.
Her skirt was at least one foot above her knees, and her beautiful, shapely and yet thin legs were exposed in a very teasing way. Her suntan legs were complemented with the high heel sandals worn by her beautiful feet with red nails.
Her waist was very thin although she was mother of 2 at her late thirties, and that made a perfect hour-glass shape in contrast with her rockets at the top and rounded full hips at the bottom. I was so excited that I even forgot where I was and what I was supposed to do, when I heard his voice behind me saying
"Did you like what you saw?" As you can imagine, that was the most embarrassing moment in my life. Within the first few seconds, I had hundreds of different thoughts passing through my mind, but I couldn't find the right words to speak. "Sorry" would be so funny in that situation, and "mistake" would be so stupid. After all, you cannot find a private file in somebody else's computer by mistake.
Seconds past with a killing silence, and my paralysis made me such a stupid that I even could not close the file. Her picture was still open in the speechless and motionless room. Finally his confident voice tore the silence again: "I said did you like her?"
Seconds later I started to understand that his voice was showing me his state of wonder rather than his anger. He repeated again: "come on Kenan, I am asking you a question to be answered as a modern civilized young man"