I picked up the lot and paid with my trusty plastic; conserve the cash for now. I transferred it to my now-getting-pretty-full backpack in the men's r...om, then walked a couple of blocks to what looked like a perfectly OK motel and checked in without a hitch. They didn't even need to see ID when I gave them my credit card, and the desk clerk said not a word about my showing up on foot, if he even noticed.It was starting to get dark when I got back to the room after dinner. I was still feeling. For how can boobs be beautiful when they're altogetherabsent? They can't. Therefore, the most (and the least) that thimble-sizetitties can ever hope to prove is that "small breasts prove the existenceof an intelligent, but not necessarily an aesthetic, Designer." If no-titchicks are considered beautiful, as, admittedly, the ones I've mentionedare, they must be considered attractive for reasons other than their non-existent boobs. (Maybe they have gorgeous asses or beautiful minds?)(By the way,. When she feels sexy nothing will stop her and she needed that for this interview. Watching my wife dress, the only thing that I cared about was that Cyreel felt sexy, and the other was that she got the job no matter what. I told Cyreel that she was one sexy woman and not to forget that, also that she should flirt and tease a little because that would put him under her spell.I knew that other men found my wife sexy and would flirt with her. Part of my fantasy was to find a hung lover for her to. I wasn't the only one because my friend Tony Lanni admitted to me once that he thought Gene Savoca was an idiot and besides, he used to masturbate thinking about my Mom and her armpits. Join the club, I could have told him.Anyway, this moron Gene Savoca, who didn't like me any more than I liked him, used to bug me about Mom's armpit hair. A couple other guys made cracks once or twice but then let it go. Not Gene. He kept going, calling her Hairy Mary and telling me that my mother looked like.