Actually, they were both similar in size exceptthat Josh still had the youthful, shy and even innocent look associatedwith a sensuousness he probably ...idn't even know he had. Josh had on a white T-shirt that clung to every curve of his torso,and tight fitting black jeans that revealed a very attractive package.Troy wondered if Josh had that family gene... but quickly shook his head asif to banish any erotic thoughts. Troy grabbed Josh in a hug that resembled more a bearhug. Hisnephew blushed. I frowned as I heard Elizabeth come into the room. Her face was set in confusion and I could tell the blood had drained from it.I wished there had been a better way to prove my suspicions but it was obvious she had a blind spot toward certain people."Ben, what is this?" she asked."I think you know," I said as I held out my hand for the single photo. I figured she must be waiting for the second batch to print. Those would answer all her questions.She handed me the print and I looked at it. I. She grinned. When she did, the weight of the three days of worrying incessantly seemed to fall off his shoulders. There was hope for her after all. She tried to say something, but it came out garbled. ‘Don’t talk.’ Max reprimanded her sternly. ‘You aren’t supposed to talk.’ She closed her eyes, clearly frustrated. Max had an idea. He searched around and found a notepad and pen. He grabbed her hand and put the pen in it and sat the pad in her lap. ‘Write it.’ Megan opened her eyes and shakily. They also had some arguments."I'm sorry Piccolo, it's regulation for the tournament. You're going to have to wear it," Videl explained patiently, holding the offending object out in front of her."But why do I have to wear it?" asked Piccolo-chan. They were in the girls' changing rooms before the tournament, and Videl was holding out a breast protector."I said they were regulation. I gotta wear one too, y'know. And no ki blasts. You have to use only your fists and feet for this one."Piccolo-chan.