That along with the pension, from the state, for the rest of my life was a pretty good settlement.I had wrestled with my decision about a ride, while ... dealt with moving over the weekend. My decision was purely temporary, but I hoped it would be a good one. I did my research for the highest quality one available. I found out that none of the 50cc models from china were dependable.It looked like the best I could do was to buy pieces and then have a local shop build what I wanted. I did a hell of. I could tell from the outline of her bras underneath blouses, tops, and sweaters that she loved the demi-bras that showed off half her breasts even though they cupped her rounded C-cup tits nicely. Then one day last week, Carmen probably unknowingly was showing me far more than I'd ever seen before. She had on a button-up blouse and it was obviously too small for Carmen. As I sat at a table near her, the blouse was gaping just between the buttons where her bra came across her chest. And, there. I was wondering what Saralinda was thinking about this, when she whispered in my ear."Is that Tony?"I nodded."Who's steering the ship?" She sounded alarmed.I chuckled softly. "Probably Sid," I whispered back to her."Oh, okay," she said. I let her watch for a couple more strokes, then nudged her onward towards my room.It wasn't until after we'd changed, peed, brushed our teeth and had gotten into bed that she said anymore about what we'd seen."I thought Kate was, um, with Gary tonight?"I. Her other assumption, that the most important facet of his duties was to meet every request of a newspaper reporter no matter how trivial, did not help.Eventually, mostly by shouting and threatening, she persuaded 'her' Second Secretary in the Embassy to lend her some men's clothes and she cut her own hair, expecting that she could pass for a man. With her figure that seemed very unlikely to the Embassy staff, but out she went, ignoring all advice, and waltzed up to the Golden Palace demanding.