He claims it’s a new challenge every visit, because the streaks keep changing. Good grief! Compared to you, my hair is dull and boring! Yuck!”When...the others all agreed with Sam’s assessment, Jack was able to relax again.Then the woman on his lap said, “Hi, Jack Martin. I’m Kathy Carlson. I belong to the big lug who met you at the door. And since Sam Conroy is one of my most favorite people in the whole world, I can’t tell you how delighted I am, or how lucky you really are.”With that she. I picked up the bra I had worn earlier that day and put my hand in the cup. Even though I could look down and see my chest, it was amazing to see the depth with which my hand could find inside that lace container. I sat on the edge of the bed. Unpacking was the last thing on my mind. I didn’t know what to do. I looked down at myself. At least I had this playground. I grabbed my chest, and for the first time, they felt like mine. The touch had lost the newness. The weight felt normal. When I. Her tee-shirt was tight, navy blue and I could see little evidence of breast but the straps of a bra were clearly in view. I knew she was a schoolgirl, because she was with a group of French mixed group kids, some younger – others older, shepherded around this cathedral city by two officious adults. I also knew because I had seen one of the adults, with this group, while visiting a local community centre, to do business, my other business with the manager who’d explained who they were.This. A kick from a muscular leg knocked him flat, and he vaguely made out a shoe descending for his face. He threw his forearms up, and a shoe damn near broke his left forearm as he deflected it into the asphalt. Angry and choking, Jake grabbed the ankle and pulled it across his body to unbalance his attacker, which quickly turned out to be a mixed result as something heavy landed across his chest and began pummeling the shit out of him. He grabbed an arm after the elbow slammed into his head.