I spoke over her, gave my address, and then said ambulance and police in that order. I then put the phone down before the operator started asking ques...ions. I sank down next to Chrissie and held her tightly. She tried to speak her lips were bruised and her words were indistinct."It's ok, Chrissie. The ambulance is on its way. We'll get you sorted."I understood her next words. "Cold flannel p.p.please." Much as I wanted to help her feel better I was too much the barrister and knew how much. But still, her boobs were so big, though they never looked too big, that one hand of me was never enough to grab one boob perfectly. they were that big. I remembered that her ass-cheeks were no different after all. Damn! She was a woman born for sex, and that idiot she called husband had totally ignored this man-pleasing machine? this sex-bomb, this living, breathing bag of lust? I just cannot believe that. I am forced to.Anyway, back to story. I just kept playing with her boobs for a while, as. She had gone from being that stupid woman that was making a scene in the exhibit to having great conversations with a very down to earth and kind art world celebrity.She turned to look at Jake. She wanted to take a good at a man she wished she could have as her man. His soft lips were forming kind words that she no longer cared about. He stopped mid sentence and realized that Helena was no longer listening. She saw him turn with an inquisitive look as if he was about to ask her if she wanted. Okay, so that wasnt a complete lie. I really had gotten married fresh out of high school. I made the mistake of getting pregnant close to the end of my senior year. I ended up being forced to marry my high school sweetheart. His name was Brian and he had been the quarter back for Riverdale High. He also did steroids and had a really bad temper. After our son was born, he began beating me senseless every night because the steroid use had made him nearly impotent. Then one night when I was twenty.