”“Detective Cook?” repeated Sue. “By any chance, did he mention that you have nice tits?”“As a matter of fact, he couldn’t help but noti...e. When I have my outfit on, it pushes these babies up and out like you wouldn’t believe. There isn’t a man out there that wouldn’t admire them. Is your interest simply prurient, or is there some other reason you ask?”“That weasel told Marge and me that we had nice tits, too. He must tell every woman that when he see their tits,” reasoned Sue. “Now I wonder if. ”I did, willingly.By mid-morning we were back on a train heading towards Italy. Callie, sitting next to me, kept a possessive hand on my thigh or arm, just needing to touch me. She’d rebounded from the morning argument in fine form, chatting about two weeks on a ship, how many passengers were there? What amenities did they have? Why Montreal?Then, as I watched the countryside pass, she nudged me.With a twinkle in her eyes and a smile, she informed me, “I thought you should know, I like sex with. Please feel free to comment, good or bad! “So, when you were facing the last batter, what was going through your mind?” the school sports reporter asked Mindy. What I was thinking was how incredible our catcher Stephanie would look naked with her legs spread and squatting down like that! “Just need to keep calm and do what I have been doing all season. I didn't want to be the one to let my team down,” the sophomore pitcher gave her well-rehearsed answer. “You were named the regional tournament. Your light brown hair, almost light enough to be a very dirty blonde, just long enough to put in a short ponytail, yet a few strands hang down on the left side of your face. Your mysterious, deep, brown eyes so full of ancient wisdom. Your arms so sturdy that I’m sure they are strong, keeping the ones you love close and safe. Your jeans, loose and comfortable. You are the image I see when I close my eyes at night and you don’t even know it yet. As you step into the light, I see you are bare.