The girls would lean against the railing, looking down at the ducks and geese that swam around eating scraps of food tossed to them. Their stance allo...ed a portion of their bare ass cheeks to show much to the pleasure of more men passing by.Sitting again, the girls would time it perfectly to lean over to scratch their ankle, allowing a lucky guy a clear view of their bare tits. Dan and Brad finally joined the girls on the bench, with Brad sitting beside Wendy.The girls would sit, so they showed. He sat up as he gasped out, "Oh My God! What about Amber?" Amber? Who is that? There was no one else there?" Annabelle replied."Amber Lee, she came in and was helping me put the comics away. She kissed me just before the men came in. They wanted something but wouldn't tell me what it was. Then one of the men hit me and that's all I remember. Check on Amber, please. Her number is in my cell phone," Victor said."Honey, no one was in the store when they found you. I had better call Detective Lynch. After I posted my comment (Something like “wish that were me”), I got an almost immediate e-mail. It came some South Africa (a “.ZA” extension), a writer identifying himself as Doctor M., and demanded information about myself: “boy, I want to know more about you, and FAST. You have an hour to fill out this form. After that, I block your stupid excuse for a life from my e-mail.”The form was a series of questions, personal intimate questions. How often did I come? Did I drink my own piss? When. I saw rolls and stretch marks, as well as six packs and flat tummies. One thing I began to realize was that the centerfold type bodies were the oddballs. What was normal were the blemishes and uniquenesses that most clothed people describe as ugly. I began to wonder about how it was, that where most people had these ugly things, they also describe hating them. Then they hide their perfectly normal bodies in disgrace. I began to wonder what popular culture and the mainstream media was teaching.