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Part 3:

I arrived at the agreed coffeeshop a well 5mins earlier, was thinking she should be on her way only. I was wrong again, at the corner table of the coffeeshop I saw her, the same slightly busty Tiffany , but now without any make up at all. Sitting beside her was her son whom she towed along. She waved at me to signal led me she was there and I walked over towards her. There was no ill or lusty expectation within me as I deem her to be a decent & respectful PDMM.
She was simply dressed in a 3/4 denim pants & a round neck t-shirt, her son in pyjamas though. Immediately when I reached her table, she stood up and thank me for coming and apologize for her troubling me. I brushed it aside and told her its ok, but inside of me, I was hoping to see her and see how she look outside of her uniform.
I ran through the stacks of papers & letters from MOE while waiting for my drink she ordered for me.
After a good 10mins+ of silence, I explained to her the contents. She was a bit upset as I explain to her that MOE do not grant her request for choosing a pri school of her choice but will assign her son a Sch instead, with the names of some of the schools spelled out in the letter. Seems like none listed is near her house.
She complained of the systems and how inconvenient it may be and blah blah blah... Told her son that they will have to move from the place they staying soon. I consoled her and told her can appealed and if need to move, I will ask my agent friend to help look for a decent unit of accommodation for her.
The night was not really eventful at the coffeeshop where we sat, ate a little food, chatted a bit, while she worry about the troubles. I volunteered to help her write an appeal to MOE, and it was what I did that night. But my laptop was low in power, so she suggested me to her place so I can charge & write for her.
I agree and soon we were on our way to her flat, just 3 blocks away.
Her house is a 3-rm HDB and she told me owner is never around cos they stay overseas with their kids.
When inside the house, she excused herself to put her son to bed first, while guided me to where the power socket in the living room is so I can charge up my laptop...
Helping me to plug in, her blouse neckline came a bit loose, and I was greeted with nice downblouse view, with a pair of creamy white boobs supported well by a 3/4 cup purple lace bra. A sight that send a tingle to my manhood...