B.T. stop. A green-lit info sign informed us that this was the connection tunnel to Christmas Base dome Nine, while the intersecting one was leading e...ther to Hull Armor Research or to Residential Dome, Blitzen Village.Like everything Union, the yellow floor and walls were spotlessly clean.Right by the intersection was a seating group consisting of a few Vari-Matic seats, a few plants. One of them a Rubber tree for certain and a Vent-Matic.I doubted this place was frequented much, while Har-Hi. Ken seemed happy with that. The he said ‘Okay that’s great. But I’ve also go to ask, I don’t know if you might have lost or gained weight since the pictures in the portfolio were taken. Are you about the same weight?’ Well, that was just what Susanna had predicted. Again, she didn’t hesitate. She stood up and said ‘You can have a look at me now. I don’t mind at all’. She undid the few buttons on her top, pulled it open and took it off behind her. Her tits looked lovely. Ken said ‘Wow, lovely. ?Get me a beer?. She got up and proceeded to the refrigerator. ‘Hey, I can’t see your tits, you could at least walk sideways, or push them out the side so I can see them.? She laughed, then walked backwards, looking over her shoulder to see where she was going. Everyone should have a wife like this.I had her sit on the couch net to me, so I could put a hand over her shoulder holding a breast. I drank my beer as she drank her wine cooler, ?Any Idea what we should do next?, I asked her. . Not all, mind you, there are girls with lowered expectations, but a lottI figure that part of the problem is the guys, but not in the way people would think. They don't read the romance novles, especially the steamy ones, and they don't sit in on a group of girls talking about intimate things. They don't know what goes on in their heads—to be honest, we don't know what goes on in theirs—and so they don't know what they're supposed to do. Reality always replaces the romance, and couples learn to.