"No. There are very few of them left. There are more in Europe, but they're pretty rare here in the U.S. No one has exact figures, but CanUS estimates...no more than 100 in North America. They aren't all like the one that attacked you, Kimber. Mostly, they're trying to hide from the public, too. But every once in a while, one of them will get tired of the pretense and start killing people for fun." Why were you there, in New York where I worked, I mean?" Steve and I grew up together. His father. It was caused by a sensitivity to hormones.Breast reduction was an option, but that was only once they were done growing. And they seemed far from being done growing. The doctor did point out that she was lucky in that they were well formed and were growing equally. Some women with hypertrophy were obscenely malformed and lopsided.Having large breasts at such a young age drew a lot of attention, and rarely if ever was it positive. Being called “Tits” or “Cow’ were some of the nicer nicknames.. And Ana told him she did not want to be fucked in a parking lot. She wanted a nice soft bed to give up herself to him…But this bastard did not want to wait for a more comfortable place to fuck my sensual slutty wife. He wanted her now, right there in the darkness.So he moved quickly and grabbed Ana’s curly hair. Then he made her bend over the car`s trunk and, with a swift motion of his heavy hand, he lifted my wife’s skirt and just torn to pieces her tiny thong.Ana tried to resist, but finally. I could feel the chill of their touch through my shirt. They lead me out of the cell, going down the hallway. As we passed Benthor's cell, the dwarf started violently shaking the cell door, shouting obscenities and insults at our captors. They didn't even so much as look at him.At the end of the hallway, stairs led up. Torches lined the way every so often, casting their lights on the solid stone walls. They led me up the stairs and into a wide hallway. Two more of those things stood guard in.