Loser tops.He tried to adjust to the fifth ring nestled just beneath the pilgrim's hat, the sound of blood pounding in his ears and groin. Same size? ...maller? Hard to tell.She stood up and dangled something silvery in front of his eyes. Clamps. The kind that don't slip off easily. Which meant weights. She attached the first one on his right nipple (warning: some assembly required), and left its partner hanging next to his navel. A preview, he supposed.The lead dog on the D.A.'s sled does not. “And we can talk.”“Sure. A 7-Up or Sprite if you have one.”“We do. Come on, we can sit on the patio, if that’s OK. My parents aren’t home.”“Mom knows I’m here and knows your parents aren’t home. She said I can be here, and so long as we stay outside it’s cool.”I led her to the kitchen where I got her a Sprite and myself another RC. We went out to the patio and sat at the table. I adjusted the umbrella against the sun and we sat down.“So?” I asked.“You heard how my sister was talking?”I nodded,. "I can't believe that's me" Ray said aloud, gently running a finger along his cheek. It felt so soft and smooth, very much unlike normal. It was with a great effort of will that Ray tore himself away from the mirror and went about getting dressed again. Ray had to struggle to get the bra back on, and he was half tempted not to bother. However, he was too stubborn to give up. Not until he'd finished what he started and was all dressed again. Then finally he finished and stood in front of the . ‘Yes…yes…of course, a pleasure to meet you again Ms Reynolds.’ Mr. Abrahams glanced at his watch. ‘Our architect hasn’t arrived yet, but I think we should make a start.’ ‘Typical Kirk,’ Stella thought, ‘always late.’ The welcome and other preliminaries of a formal meeting were over before Kirk arrived. ‘Sorry to be late,’ he said, ‘got held up on the freeway.’ ‘My God is he still using that old excuse,’ Stella thought. ‘Mr. Matthews, I don’t think you know Mr. Zenaphon and Ms. Reynolds of.