You are driving your mom fucking nuts today. Okay, look, here's the truth. There isn’t such a thing as a “short” Barbie or a Negro Barbie, or a ...ewish Barbie, or a Barbie with glasses. There is no such thing as a fat Barbie either. I've never seen a Barbie who is short, like us, or one who has a shaped nose, like your sister. As far as I know, there is only one kind of Barbie. She always looks like this." ( Later, Barbie developed many sizes and identities, but this was around 1960.) It took a. She saw me writing in shorthand and we began talking and..." "You asked for her number?" Jason interrupted. "No, she asked for mine." "Oh my God," Jason roared with laugher and it the table. "Muscles really do make a difference." "I don't think it's that simple." "Look, women like muscle just like men like ass and boobs. At the end of the day, humans are very simply creatures." "But I think women are more complicated." Jason stuck out his lower lip and folded his arms. He thought about. "No, my husband's here." "You're married?" he asked. "You don't look old enough to be married." "I'm nearly twenty one," I said. "Well, he's a lucky guy. You've got a beautiful smile...and a body to match." "Thank you again," I said hoping to sound mysteriously seductive. "You're kinda cute yourself." I found Joey again and handed him his drink. It was his third, and that seemed enough to make him less startled by my almost bare tits. "Wow!" he said hesitantly. "I didn't know you. "Whee!" he said to himself and then chuckled inwardly. "Grow up, boy. You're doing a Jenny."He arrived in the kitchen ahead of Nell where Bess greeted him warmly.He found lager in the fridge. He poured two glasses."Clever boy!" smiled Nell as she arrived. "Let me get the cheese out to thaw." You don't freeze it?" exclaimed Ralph in horror."Good Lord no. Just tame it in the fridge."Nell picked up her glass and had a sip. She grabbed his hand and towed him into the small sitting room at the back..