I was never a genius, by any means, butI wasn't like this. I can't deny it, I'm pretty much the blonde bimbostereotype now, ask me a question, and I'l... just giggle or pout orsomething.A gust of wind blows my huge mane over my face, blinding me for asecond, before the wind stops and the sheer weight of the hair pulls itback down. I carry on, eventually reaching the top, grazing mygargantuan breasts as I haul myself over the edge, two small puddles ofmilk collecting where I had to lean on them.I. Tom, Helen, and several of their friends met at Melody's on Friday morning, two weeks after Karen's funeral. Paul, Kathy, Faye, and I joined them in the clean-up. Tom had contacted the sanitary department and they sent a truck and a dumpster to pick up the trash that was collected. I lost count of the trash bags that went out the door; not to mention the furniture that was beyond repair. In the end, the only thing that Melody had left was the bears I had taken to be repaired.To top everything. She pours the drinks and stands to offer him a glass."Come and sit for a bit," she says.She sits down and crosses her legs and puts her glass on her knee showing a lot of leg and Jon does not know where to keep his attention. Her mischievous eyes, her full chest, or her great legs all call for his recognition as he feels a churning in his pants. Sitting hopefully will hide his inexperienced monster for a while for her body is making him excited.She has touched up her make up before coming out. She accepted them, head and eyes down. “Efcharistó, Pete,” she said quietly.I left her to it and went back downstairs to half-watch t/v for a while, while scanning emails. She reappeared maybe half, three-quarters of an hour later, a cute waif in loose, too-big clothing, holding a bundle of her dirty clothing. Her mouth opened, shut, opened again and shut again.I thought for a moment. “Are you still hungry?”“Could I have some more bread and honey, please?”“Certainly.”It took a while and, in.