Melons..." My stammered exclamation hung there in the laundry room as the young woman and I stared at each other. I could not for the life of me recal... her real name. She was, after all, not my son's girlfriend. If anything, she was a hanger-on, an occasional presence drinking beer or occupying a lawn chair while the boys worked on trucks. All the guys just called her "Melons" because of the balloon like breasts she so proudly paraded in front of her. While the embarrassment of her walking out. Mom got shredded beef and rolls delivered to the house, and there were plenty of cold soft drinks to choose from as well.I got to see Cece in a bikini again, although it wasn’t as scant as I had hoped. Only adults, Jenn and I were allowed in the Spa. Joan did come over in her black bikini and talked to us. She looked amazing.Most of the girls we regularly had lunch with, ambled over as well. Mary Mitchell, Shirley Wickes, Kaylee Peterson, and Nancy Newman all came over, ostensibly to talk to. I had to go to Lahore for work & was staying at Holiday Inn. I did not know anyone in the city, so all I could do after work was drive back to hotel, hit gym, take a shower and then take my laptop to lobby & chat while enjoying some eye-candies. I used to choose a place where I could see the entrance of lobby. Thanks to the wedding season, I never got bored; the lobby was filled with many beautiful girls & not to mention well dressed boys.The day I checked in, I saw a foreigner guy, whatever. I was lost in my reverie. Eventually, coming back to the present, I found myself looking into Angel's adoring eyes, surrounded by her halo of platinum hair.I smiled at her as I said gently, "I guess that stuff goes with us as well, Angel. See to it, please."Angel sprang to her feet, pulling a capacious Zero Halliburton wheeled metal case from behind the office door. She was carefully stacking the laptop, disks, and journals in the case, as I warily pulled open drawers on Otto's desk. The.