"I'm sorry honey, but you know I'm working on this huge project." Sure, sure. You must love your job more than me." You know that's not true. Come on,...lets get you to bed and you can sleep off all that alcohol."She reluctantly agreed. When they reached the bedroom, Heather pulled Scott close and kissed him hard. A depressing (and very booze influenced) thought came to her that this might be the last time she ever kissed him.Then she passed out.The next morning over breakfast, Heather sheepishly. She tookup some styling tongs and carefully styled into loose, wavy ringlets thatshe fixed with some hair spray.She looked at me with a slight frown, before walking over to her chest ofdrawers to get a couple of things, telling me, "You know, I used to be soflat chested when I was younger. I'm not much better now, I suppose, butmother suggested I used these to give me more shape," as she reached intothe neck of the summer dress and inserted a couple of breast forms intothe bralette I was. He shivered from the cold winds beating at his naked chest, but felt growing warmth in his boxers. He didn't believe in female ghosts or any of the mythical women but this attractive apparition was unsettling.The lightning flashed again and lit up the entire landscape and afforded him the view of her entire naked body through the clothes.She stepped closer to him and he realized that she was quite tall. A full head taller.He realized that his face was eye level with her heavy breasts."Funny.. The physical had shown that Denise was in great shape. Her blood sugar was well within acceptable limits. That hadn't been the case during her previous examination. Her iron levels were good. Her cholesterol and blood pressure were at the levels associated with very fit people.Denise spent a few minutes admiring her reflection. She smiled and said, "I owe Susan a big thank you."She looked back at her computer and decided to finish her entry after work. She went out in search of breakfast. She.