You'rejust using him as some sort of freak to increase the bottom line." Marie, we're an American ballet company. We don't make a profit and wedon't g...t government aid for the arts. All we have are our donors and theticket sales we manage to get. Any little increase in ticket sales helpskeep our doors open. It helps us keep up our performances and lets thegirls you're talking about get a chance to dance another day. Every dimeyour son brings in helps give those girls a chance to dance in. The once immaculate alcove, protecting us from the rest of the world had been cast away. The door to the ensuite was already ajar and I pushed open peering around the corner. The same shower, a double one of course with the sandy tiles I had begged for to remind us again and again of those days in Santorini, Hawaii and Brazil. And to accomodate our tastes for not showering-well-alone as such. Standing in the middle of the shower in my full clothing I trailed my fingers across the wall, flash. Her dusky skin glistened with moisture, her top stained with sweat, Korbaz reaching up to brush her damp fringe out of her red face.Cooper’s eyes were inexorably drawn to her chest, her breasts swaying beneath her top, her nipples pressing into the fabric. Her cleavage was soaked with exertion, making her skin shine beneath the chandelier. Her boobs were large and heavy enough to have broken a human woman’s back, but Korbaz carried them with ease.“That’s the spirit,” she purred, noticing where. Her train of though was interrupted by one of her co-workers calling out to her.“Earth to Cristine! Earth to Cristine! Come in, Cristine,” Jenny called out to her.“Oh sorry, I was just lost in my thoughts,” she said.“I asked you how your dinner date went on Friday night,” Jenny said.“Oh ... it was fantastic, he stayed over until Sunday, it was ... it was mind blowing!”“That’s really great, Cristine; so you think it’s going to progress to something?”“Yes, I hope so. He’s heading down to his.