I learned on the way that her name was Ashanti. “But my friends call me Shan” she added.Shan directed me to her apartment building and I pulled in...o a space in front to let her out. “Hey, you want to come up for a beer?” Shan paused to ask as she opened the door. I sensed an opportunity, and shut the truck off. “Sure.”Her apartment was neat and tidy. She grabbed us a couple of Ultras and we stood in her small kitchen chatting. She was 24, and a med student at the local college. I was twice her. "I don't know dear, but we'll get by. We should still have enough in that field to feed us for a couple more days. Its just up to Jack to find them."Carla nodded and began to do her days chores. She looked after the few chickens and goats they had left, cleaned up around the house, knitted clothes to be sold for some meager profit in town, and when night fell, cooked the few potatoes that Jack had found in the field.When Carla went back to her room, she sighed as her belly rumbled. She stripped. I actually pulled the car down a couple of blocks and returned by foot to sneak a look at what was going on in our living room. I had coached Laura as to what to say and do and I knew she was as excited about all of this as I was. She filled me in on some of the details of what happened next since I couldn’t hear everything that went on. Laura told me exactly what was said and of course I had the ability to see clearly what was happening from my vantagepoint outside our living room window. He wanted to go out with big-breasted women, but his gawky manner and arrogant personality made ANY woman want to avoid him altogether. He didn't have much of a life or identity, outside of the big-breasts magazines, books, and photos in his room, and the big-breast Internet sites and gifs on his computer. Jack just wanted more out of life, including bigger breasts. D-cup breasts were puny, as far as he was concerned; he wanted HUGE. But it seemed unlikely Jack would ever find a companion to.