Frosty had strawberry blond hair that hung down to his shoulders and bright blue eyes. Frosty’s crime was fourth degree forgery. He stood five-feet-...even-inches tall and weighed about 125. He was twenty-eight and a had small natural bubble butt. The five-foot-ten, workout nut ran his dark hands through Frosty’s tresses as the cards were dealt and the twink grinded on his lap.Lastly, Wynn had Mirage sitting on him. This stunt queen was in for giving a false name and address to a law enforcement. "Different styles fit differently. See this one is a C cup but I bet a Bwould fit better."The door opened suddenly, just enough for the sales girl to thrust in ahandful of hangers. "Here try these, they just came in yesterday."Two things happened, I yelped and jumped behind Aunt Bev. And then thesales girl said sorry I didn't mean to startle you Honey, I just wantedyou try the Gaffs.Aunt Bev stepped out, leaving me alone in the fitting room. "Now whywould she need something like that?" I heard. Oh wait. South America once... I think. But why would I wantto?" I responded.-hmmm-Kitty eyed me disbelievingly. "Why wouldn't you? Art. Culture.Language. Food. Architecture. History. Different perspectives.Different ways of living. Different priorities... The USA is just...so small and insular. I want to see the world," She explained.-Her enthusiasm was so... contagious. She has such passion. God thatsounds like an adventure.-I shrugged noncommittally. "I have things I need to do. “Yeah, it won’t kick on. But at least we have each other, right?” said Ramesh, leaning into Velamma’s face wanting a kiss. Velamma, annoyed and disappointed, went back to her dishes.Later in bed, Ramesh was sprawled comfortably in his underwear with one hand on Velamma as he snored blissfully. Vela felt miserable. She was hot inside her gown, and no amount of the fan air offered her respite.“Ohhh…” she sighed. “ I can’t take this anymore. Any clothes are too much!”Ramesh, who was sleeping.