Nick stared at the ground. I rounded on him."Yeah," Nick said, an air of confession in his voice. "Sometimes I wear that bikini top."I looked at him a...ain - the slim hips, narrow waist, smooth skin, longer hair... with the right lighting..."I bet you make a hot piece of ass," I said huskily."I do," Nick giggled, in a high-pitched girly sing-song. "Wanna see?" Yes," I breathed. I sat on Nick's bed as he primped and preened. In a few minutes, a bathing-suit wearing Nick emerged, one piece hugging. For once he told me that Max's big brother beat the shit out of him again after finding an e-mail of Samuel that suggested they fucked, the bastard using that as an excuse to beat him up and make sure he can't do anything for a while. We've told the police but they don't do much, they always say they're on it but never do anything! The only good side is that's rare and usually it's something trivial so it isn't anything too bad. Once Max does arrive however, Samuel will always take himself out. But we had nothing in common, conversation was like talking to a wall, and the sex was, well it wasnt great, so i decided to give her the ould heave ho. I invited her around to my flat this nite to give her the news, and what is she wearing but a white t shirt, practically welded to her tits, and a pair of whitewashed jeans glued to her, well fuck me i thought maybe i'll wait till tomorrow to give her the news.So we had a couple of beers and smoked a couple of doobies and she was getting. I stepped inside just in time for them to not notice me. But I clearly saw both of them together. I thought to myself "So THAT'S what the deacon is looking at during the music numbers! He's not watching how well she conducts the choir. He's looking at her fifty-gallon titties wobbling back and forth under her choir robe!" I can't say that I blame him though. Ms. Robertson likes to show off her huge titties and cleavage when she doesn't have her choir robe on.I didn't say anything to Stacey.