I always knew I'd much prefer it if a girl would make a move on me. A group of my friends were having a party just before the Spring Vacation, and it ...as fancy dress. It was called the A-List Party, and everyone was supposed to come as something beginning with the letter A. I strongly dislike costume parties and so wore my normal clothes, telling people that I was there as 'apathy'. I remember it was the day that Scotland had unexpectedly beaten Ireland in a game of rugby, so I was in high. This'll be fun," I mutter, the last bit is under my breath. The three people separate from each other and I notice the last girl has flaming red hair and pale skin, yet her breasts are almost twice the size of mine. The man wears only jeans and the two girls absolutely nothing, so my eyes can ravish over their perfect skin and perfect figures while they look over me. Suddenly, I am filled with slight embarrassment for my smaller breasts, and larger bottom. These girls have absolutely. I seemed to draw an audience whenever I was re-stocking,all eyes on my heaving cleavage and milky white thighs. I found it hot in the factory and probably black bra and panties wasn't the best choice underneath my uniform. The thin fabric showed my undies off,I have always had trouble keeping zig and zag (my pet name for my boobs) in my bra at the best of times,escape artists!So when I was asked to retrieve a box of Kit Kats from a high up shelf it wasnever gonna be easy for Z and Z to. Instead, he found the emptiness he was trying to escape.Falling down on the living room floor while removing his shoes, he lay weeping -- drunken tears of self-pity, unable to accept what he had done to cause her to leave. With a giant sob, he allowed the darkness of sleep to blanket him.Threads and remnants of life's reality appeared in his dream and were woven into a mental tapestry, depicting shards of the events that led to her departure: his layoff from the factory at the beginning of.