She followed him to the rickety elevator in a daze. When the door closed, and they started the slow descent, he unceremoniously ripped open her blouse... popping the buttons and released the front hook securing her bra. Her heavy 38D breasts fell out and she began to insist that they wait. But his look warned her not to interrupt. He unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and ripped her panties easily. She stood there, as the elevator creaked along, wearing only her stockings and. Yes, I've attended the sex education classes offered at school, but I've always just seen myself as this skinny, shapeless being. I knew I was a girl, but I never associated that with sex. As girls started getting attention when they developed breasts, I asked him if I would ever have breasts. He reassured me all women in our family have small breasts, so rather than be weighted down by big boobs that will eventually sag to my waist and cause me back pain, I'd have beautiful, small mounds. Name's Warden Bunns, but you can call me Victoria. And I've got to tell you, I couldn't be happier to see someone of your stature here. It's not every day we get a small one..." Victoria says and chuckles."P-please, there's been a terrible mistake, I-I didn't do anything to those women, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time and-" Emily begins to wildly explain, trying to stop herself from gagging from the warden's welcome fart."Shut it." Victoria cuts her off. "You were sentenced to 5. What looked back was not quite familiar, and every new detail refocused her attention on the ghostly image, from the newly refined cheekbones to the deepening of her already striking eyes to something approaching International Klein Blue. That wasn't a color that had been in her vocabulary before class, but Rhea had just given one hell of an hour's crash course in 20th century art, from Klein to Klee to Macke, from Braque to Derain to Vlaminck. She'd been a pretty damned good student back at.