"Tara was confused. "Funbags?"Sheriff Tom nodded at her breasts. Tara looked down at them."Oh. Funbags. Yes," she said, wiggling them left and right, ...atching them shimmy. "Yes, they are kind of fun sometimes."After the sheriff went into his office, Tara passed the real estate office and kept walking up the sidewalk to the bra store.It was huge! The store was so big that, even though she could see the bras on display through the front window, she still wondered if she was at the right. " he directed. I sat down, and he looked at me grimly. "We know that you're lying. We have reports from Mr. Richmond's neighbors stating that you were seen leaving his apartment on Tuesday morning. Would you care to change your story?"I was caught in a lie! He continued, "We could hold you for obstruction of justice. Do you want to come downtown and spend the night in jail, or do you want to come clean?" I can't look for Janet while I'm in jail!" I thought.Feeling panicked, I quickly told him. Yes, that is quite a large area, but my father liked them that way, and so do I. I keep a slave in each of the cells, each one having their own furniture, and everything, including a bathroom that is transparent, so that everything inside can be seen from the outside.The dungeon is pretty much squarish, with a single stairs down in the center, the cells are placed in rows and columns, each one having 9 cells, which would be a total of 81 cells, minus one in the center for the staircase.When I. I'm not always like that. Maybe I'm like that new thing they call "Bi-polar" I guess, because most times I'm just a fun loving giggly girl. I was the "Class-Clown" in High School, and I've always had this urge to get male attention. Once I found out how guys SO getoff getting blowed, finding out I didn't have to act goofy altered my thinking. I LIKED seeing their happy faces when I unzippered them and did my thing. Just to set the record straight... My hub calls me Angie in his.