It's a relatively simple procedure. Silicon implants." But Pamela, I don't think I need that. I, er...already have, youknow...breasts."Pamela looked a... his reddened face. She was amused. She said, "I knowyou do sweetie. But they can't be more than an A-cup. There's just somuch the hormones can do. You need to have this procedure. With yourframe you should be a B-cup." Oh."The waiter arrived with their orders and he placed them on the tableand said, "Enjoy ladies."Donnie blushed yet again.A week. I’m very proud of her. So is she. Has she offered to show them to you yet?’ ‘Not yet.’ ‘She will. Just be properly impressed when she does. Hell, I had to stop her from flashing my boss at one party. I should have let her. He’d have had a heart attack then and I would have owned the company two years sooner.’ ‘She did warn me about coming out on the balcony.’ ‘Oh yeah, she sits out there naked after dark. She loves the feel of the wind on her body.’ ‘I’ll try and respect your privacy.’. "Taylor, honey, I noticedthat you've done that a few times now and we need to talk about it.If you're going to present yourself as a young lady, there arecertain mannerisms that you need to be aware of. First of all -girls move more gracefully than boys. When you sit down, try doingit this way." With that, mom stood up, put her legs together andthen sat down at an angle with her feet together and her toespointing in the same direction. Her heels were raised slightly offthe floor; I could. I had started going to a nearby bar called Shakeys when I got off work to have a few drinks before I headed home. It was a noisy, smoky, metropolitan crowd with everything from rich kids looking for fun to blue collar guys like me just looking to get drunk. I sat at a booth at the back, sucking down a couple of beers when I saw her come into the bar. It wasn't that she didn't fit, she looked outwardly like any of a dozen other rich girls in the bar who were looking for sex, or drugs, or some.