I would judge her rack to be about 34 b or so, but overall a nice, tight little body that I did admire and fantasize about from time to time.One night...we all went out to dinner and were sitting around on the restaurant patio enjoying drinks and discussing the world. Lucy is a big fan of drag queen shows and a very strong proponent for LGBTQ rights. As the alcohol flowed and talk went on we somehow got on the topic of sex, sexuality and how now a days it really is no big deal for girls, even. The 'undress' code and constant sex were a surprise. She'd surprised herself by adapting, and then growing to like it. Sex had never done that much for her before she'd started at Hubbard. Oh, she'd gone to bed with a few boys, but it hadn't been at all what her girlfriends described, or what she'd read in the magazines. She'd liked the closeness, and being held, and putting up with a hard dick was just what she had to do.During her interviews for the job at the main office she'd felt an. Three more swatches of hair were pulled from her privates before the smaller figure waived the two other monsters off. With an almost dainty hand, the small hooded figure took a position next to the poor girl whose eyes were red and swollen with tears and pain. Again the questions were thrown at the woman and again she begged for them to believe that she wasn't a witch until in frustration the one figure yelled, 'Basket her!' and stormed out of the chamber with other tormentor. Now poor Eugenie. So the big secret about this story is this: The Quiet Ones is what I come up with when I have no idea what I'm doing. But in the next story, I DO know what I'm doing.Reverse DialogI love writing dialog, but sometimes it's difficult to do because there is a particular place I want it to go, and the subjects kind of meander around this way and that, and occasionally the conversation flows in the wrong direction. That happened when I was writing the conversation between Eddie and Donna in Chapter.