." So you did this?" Yes... the column... my breasts... I'm..."Sue looked quizzically.Ann sighed, "OK. Listen. I'm pretending my boobs are a sculpture...of their own... My take on 'body art', I guess. I'll put the column somewhere public, sneak into it and squeeze my naked tits through the holes." Wow. Wait. Really? I mean... wow!"Ann blushed, "Yep. People think it's a breast sculpture, but in fact it's me." And you enjoy being in there, touched by total strangers..." Y... yes..." So you're a bit. ..I need to go...where's my pants...' My partner took hold of my head and said '...lay your head down here baby, you're be alright in a minute...' I was too drunk to protest and lowered my head to his lap. I thought it strange that his pants was off and my head was on his left thigh and his rigid penis was rubbing against my lips. I was so drunk that I was being maneuvered by my rescuer to do as he wanted. I lost consciousness and when I came too, my legs were up in the air and some one was. Comparable–andperhaps even better–to when she had met Jason. So she splurged on newclothes. On the way home from there, she stopped at her favorite hairsalon, and went blonde. As she sat at the kitchen table that nightbalancing her checkbook, and added up all the benjamins she had droppedthat day, she simply threw back her head and laughed. That Saturday, when Jason came to get the kids, Tara was wearing arather tight pair of red shorts and a tank top, showing quite a bit ofleg. .. Well I'll tell you later, those present's look so inviting I'll help you undo them," she changed the subject, upon seeing how her daughter to be was having trouble with her nails. Trudy helped Edward unwrap the next gift. Trudy sighed as she saw the six-inch heeled ankle strapped, Italian, beige and gold trimmed stiletto shoes that ended in a very pointed tip."Oh you lucky thing! Those shoes cost over three hundred, you are so lucky!" she gasped with awe.The next gift contained several.