"Can I help you sir? Take your coat, perhaps?" asked the sales clerk.He was a young guy, about nineteen years old with a punk haircut. Hisname was Sta...ley."No, my name is Dave Perkins. You're holding two pair of parachutepants for me," I informed him. He checked the "hold" rack and handedme two pair of parachute pants: one purple and one yellow. "I'll needto try these on," I said. Stanley assigned me a fitting room.I hung up my coat and slacks, then tried on the purple pants. Thestyle and color. Wait a minute! A dare? ‘Well, he was able to carry her up the stairs without breaking a sweat! So he has to be pretty damn muscular!’ Christina said to him, while my eyes shot ice darts at her. ‘So this is where the fatness came in?’ He chuckled to himself. ‘Well, feel how strong I am.’ He flexed his arm and we all felt his bicep. All of us, of course, could tell he was strong. But how strong was the question. ‘This doesn’t mean you can carry casey up the stairs and down!’ Christina pointed. . it's about that bad." Well, believe it or not, this is very, very hard for her, too. You know how she was brought up. I'm hoping this will help bring her out of that emotional straight-jacket her folks have her in."Norma had said the magic words - it would help his friend. Dropping his shoulders, he took off his shirt. As he dropped the shorts, he said with resignation "Send her up here."He did a good job of composing himself. The two weeks really had changed him. He stood in the middle of. Matt wasn’t particularly fond of these gals. He was rather frightened of them, actually – especially the temperamental and overly-aggressive Maria – and only went to their house as a last resort. But, sex was sex, and they did happen to have some damn fine asses, firm tits, and voracious sexual appetites. One could find worse ways to have to pay for food and lodging. He despised them for the way they treated his brother and for their criminal enterprises, but he at least had to admit he enjoyed.