"Debs followed the manager. Jason stood still, dumb-founded.His wife looked back across the sales-floor, women and couples nowbetween them."Come on, J...nny. Time for your bra fitting."The other customers, nudging each other with a giggle or two, watchedhim, red faced, enter the private fitting area.3"Take your top off," Carol instructed.Jason barely reacted. He looked at Debs. "Is this for real?" She does want this, doesn't she?" Carol asked Debs. "I can see she'swearing lipstick. You said on. I'll try to respect that." You won't have an option. Do you want some peanuts?" He held out the packet, ready to shake some into my hand."No thanks." I said, and actually took a sip of my wine.Phil was a good friend and so was Denny, but I won't tell them the truth yet. I think I prefer that Beth tells them. Let's see if she can be totally honest for once. That led me to my next train of thought, "Do you think Beth always tells the truth?" Good question. Yes and no." Elaborate." I sat back to. My legs are like rubber. I walk off the elevator and run into the side of the door as I exit.I stop at the door to my office. I prepare myself for what I am about to see. I shiver at the thought of seeing more cellulite hanging out. I walk in. She has Strawberry pink halter-top mini-dress on. She has topped it off with a pair of dark brown pantyhose. I can see they are control top because you can see it hanging out the bottom of the dress. Her arms and shoulders look like a raw whole chicken. As she tip-toed around behind the counter and walked back, she saw the bulk of someone there in the dark and her heart was in her throat in an instant. Just as she about to let out the dumbest thing that anyone could say as she almost asked who was there, she caught the sounds of the sighs and the wet kisses in the darkness. ‘Mom,’ she exhaled, and both women answered yes. Amelia rolled her eyes, ‘Honestly, you two scared the heck out of me just now, but …’ ‘I thought that you might be coming.