A moan escaping her lips, signalling her desire. A slight push of her mind reaching out to his and their tongues would be entwined. She put down her p...n, giving into the kiss with a tremble now. The nerves became anxiety, worry and concern almost to the point of pain. The thought of feverish tongues, grinding bodies, hands moving to her waist and lips to the neck became overwhelming. And after that she was sure there would be a return to his lips, by now the kiss showing clear intent: her. "Notice anything odd about them?"She peered at them for a moment. "Aren't they a little young for you?"she asked. "I mean, Jeez, Phil. They don't even have boobs yet." Not that," I growled in frustration. "Look at them. I mean, really lookat them."She did, her brow furrowing. Thinking had never appeared to be Janice'sstrong suit. "So? They're kids - little girls. What else am I supposed tosee?"Our car pulled away, and I slumped down into the seat. Maybe my doctorwas right. He said I wasn't. They've defined you in lots of ways, haven't they, Beth? By your size. 'She has a good personality.' 'Makes a great bridesmaid.' Always in terms of how men look at you. Well, maybe I look at you a whole different way. Beautiful. Strong. Alluring. Independent. Maybe in a place like Vegas, you can be those things, and anything else you want to be, free of their definitions. You can experiment as much as you'd like, and when you go home no one has to know but you." I stood up. "And if all you want. His beautiful blonde wife looked almost exactly like the head cheerleader she had been fifteen years ago. She looked like the actress Jeri Ryan, but not as pale and with large breasts made larger by giving birth to four children. That a 33 year old mother of four had kept the body of a stripper was amazing in itself and it was all from diet and exercise. Melissa kept herself looking good for her husband.Gil on the other hand looked odd next to his stunning wife. He barely topped 5'6" while.