."The director was interrupted by the girls laughing. "What in the fuck do you think is so funny?"In reply, the girls just pointed to the movie set. S...oke was filling the air from the broken lights, one camera lay in pieces on the ground the script girl was just coming out of her daze. The bloody makeup girl was setting on the ground crying like a baby. One cameraman stood in shock. Another lay on the ground with his dislocated shoulder jutting out at an odd angle. The third cameraman was flat. " I'm sorry. I forgot that you could feel me like that," she replied."Forget it," I told her. I didn't want to think about it anymore. "So, what did you do?" to resume the conversation."I cried for a week. My parents thought it was because I had seen him, so they sent me to a therapist. I ended up going for almost a year before I was able to tell him the whole truth. I finally told the therapist what I suspected about Danny being an empath. Surprisingly, he believed me. He then began to get me. I never thought about how big they were or when they developed. After all, it was my goofy sister, and she was built like our mom so I guess women with big boobs were the norm at our house. But around seventh grade, my best buddy suggested we raid her underwear drawer to check it out. The moment that my friend held up that white cross-your-heart 36DD bra, my obsession with my sister's big boobs began.Unfortunately, getting a peak at those magnificent mams proved to be a challenge. I became. ‘You look absolutely gorgeous, girl! Like you haven’t aged a day in five years! You have got to tell me your secret!’ And she virtually dragged Leigh to the table and into a chair. Leigh smiled faintly, a bit lost for words. ‘Forget me,’ she said after a half-second pause. ‘Look at you! You look like you’ve just stepped off of the cover of Vogue, and you’re telling me about my looks? You are too modest!’ Anne chuckled. ‘I’ll tell you later… let’s just say I’ve got a lot of incentive. Anyway, go.