Don't twist my words. What I meant was I haven't had time to think about it. I mean, who wants to see nude photographs of a 35 year-old mother, a fami...iar body that you've seen thousands of times? Listen, I completely understand why a man wants to see those gorgeous young girls in the magazine but not someone like me." Marcy, you're much more attractive than any of the girls in the magazine. Your tight body is so much more sexy. It's a woman's body, not a girl's. You can't imagine how hot it. Even with the shoulder straps slackened off, it was a lousy fit. How ever had she got into it this morning? Surely she couldn't have grown as much as that? Shaking her head, she remembered that it had been a little tight, but her bras always did feel tight in the mornings. They always had done. Hadn't they?The buttons of her shirt were a problem, too. Even now, held in by her poor broken bra, she guessed she must be a couple of inches bigger than she had been, and this shirt was intended to be. Behind it was a small alcove divided into two sections. On the left side, a suit of dull, brownish-gray plate armor hung in place on an armor stand. Behind it, three weapons lay horizontally on a rack. The top two were longswords, one bejeweled and ornate, still in a scabbard made of a silvery metal with gold filigree, while the other was plain and unadorned. Its own scabbard appeared to have deteriorated, but there were metal bands still hanging from the blade, showing that there had once been. In my case I choose it. I preferred to live this life of sin than be without him. The way he pulled me into his arms, to have his lips on my lips a tender one kiss that reminded me of how my father used to kiss my forehead before going to sleep. That kiss that instantly makes u forget how much your hurting on the inside. His hand trails to the back of my back. His touch soft like a c***d's blanket. In him I have found a companion, he knows me like the back of his hand. It seems like it was just.