"Sam, you know I can report you for this conversation. All this referring to my boobs as real or fake qualifications and you need to know for sure or ... have to show proof that they are real, is call sexual harassment."His smile fell off his face and he gave me a shitty look. "I'm sorry Jessica if YOU took the conversation in that manner. Perhaps you are not right for this position after all if that is how you think. I will be in touch." He placed my resume in a folder and just looked at me. I. ..you look amazing.” I said to her.“I know you have needs and desires like all woman...I may be your grandson but...obviously it hasn’t stopped us yet.”My grandma looked into my eyes with a bit on confusion.“Are you saying...what I think you’re saying.”“Yes grandma...I’m attracted to you...i want you to show me how to love a woman...a real woman not a little girl.”My grandma looking down at the ground and I heard a large gulp.My grandma slowly pulled the blanket off her legs, exposing her still. "Hey! Darlene!" he called, seeing a woman pass behind Ashley. "How've you been," he asked enthusiastically. "Haven't seen you in a month o' Sundays, you sexy witch, you." Baby, I've been here and there... mostly there. How're y'all doin' tonight?" Fine... fine... can't complain... well, I didn't know I had anything to complain about 'til I saw you and figured out what I been missing," Brad joked."Awwwww, ain't that sweet?" Darlene remarked. "It's pure bull shit, but it's sweet, isn't it,. When I explain you will see why, for the whole table top was designed to rotate about a central axis.Further features we also incorporated like slots fro wrist and ankle straps, removable sections where the head and butt would be. But the piece de resistance was the retarding mechanism which slowed the table top to a stop when it was spun freestyle.In theory then this bed or table was like a giant roulette wheel which would spin to a stop and support more than one body on its surface.So every.