I understood now, these two rooms were actually one larger room separated by a single layer of cloth.A young blonde woman - I guessed her age about my...own, early twenties -entered followed by a large dark-haired man. He closed the door behind himself - I heard the latch. She sat on a bed folding her hands on her lap. She was wearing a midriff baring top, her skirt was nothing more than a piece of cloth tied around her waist, the outer side of one leg was bare except for where the corners were. Yeah just like all of the rest of 'em. We'll have her pulling the train."I slipped back into the bathroom. I was pissed. Mr. Billy Bob Walker was going to get a lesson tonight. Someone would be pulling something tonight, but it wouldn't be me."The dress I got myself into would make my husband pop a blood vessel if I wore it in public. He'd pop something else if I wore it for him in private. Maybe I'd do just that when he got back from his latest excursion. He traveled a couple of times a month. I loved her, and she still sends me post cards from where she travels. I dont believe in a god, science was the most accurate way for me to accept my existence. I didnt date, I did well in school, I got picked on because of my eyes and how I never took gym. I had a forged doctors note for me to never take off my hat, and I had clips that would keep that damned hat in place every time someone tried to pull it off. It hurt like hell but it did its job. I wasnt totally friendless, I had the other. ”“What?!? That’s not a little bit. That’s huge!”“Yeah, but look at the positives.”“What positives?”“Well, you can’t get her pregnant for a start.”“And?”“And… and she’ll be really grateful. She hasn’t had sex in six months. Not since her husband found she was expecting. Who knows what she’ll do for you.”“And?”“And her tits are huge! I mean, they’ve gone up to size H. I didn’t even know there was a size H.”“And she’s an ex-beauty queen?”“Miss Injection Moulding Systems 2002.”“”“What? It’s a.