" He noticed her smirk. "What?" I'm waiting for the punch line so I can give you a dutiful laugh," she told him."Sweet Bones, there is no joke." He hu...ged her. "You want to dress up, go put your new boots on." Oh how I have fallen on hard ways," she moaned and raised the back of her hand to her brow in a dramatic gesture. "In college I once debated with myself whether or not to call in sick when my red and green tartan outfit did not come back from the cleaners. Now, here today, my worry is. She was wearing a white see through teddy. It left nothing to the imagination. I could see her big fat nipples. Her 4inch puffy aerloes. She was wearing a gold necklace with a big fat pendant that was stuck in her massive cleavage. I could see her big white tan lines left from a large bra. The middle of her immense cleavage was tan. The rest of her upper body was tanned. She had many freckles to go with her curvy figure. She put her hands on her big hips.I breathed in trying to catch. She gave up after a while.Not being able to dress as I wanted really started bothering me when Igot to be about seven or so. TV had so much to with it. Television, Imean! I watched the Brady girls and the Partridge girls and I knew -beyond any doubt - that I wanted to be their sister or cousin or even afemale friend. I wanted to be on stage with the Partridge family andshake a tambourine behind Keith. He was so cute! (I hated Danny!) Whendaddy wasn't at home, I would ask mom why she wouldn't. “What did happen yesterday, Melissa? That's not behaviour a young girl like you should be doing.” She decided she’d continue on the honesty track for a bit and throw herself out there. “I saw you looking at me the day before, Mr Wilder, and it kind of excited me. I like it when men find me attractive, it makes me feel good.” She reached behind her back and undid her top, letting it fall to the floor. “Do you find me attractive?” He almost dropped his lemonade. “Melissa! You can’t be doing that,.