She laughed, soft and sweet. I glanced down to see her heavy breasts jiggling with her laughter. Now seeing them in the daylight, they where more desi...able. They where lightly covered in freckles, like her nose and cheeks. "How are you this morning?" She asked, squeezing her chest with her upper arms to make them appear larger. I couldn't tell if she done this on purpose or unknowingly. "G...Great. Feeling fine. Y...You?" I tried to stay focused but it was impossible with her flirting with me. . She looked over at me and I dug out my notepad.He cursed at her. Nasty vicious slurs. She was a fucking slut and she had probably caught it herself, fucking around behind his back. All this was in front of the kids.I had come forward with my notepad out, ready to take down the names of Dan's fuck buddies, ever the helpful public servant. I was just praying I could get a chance to work that notion I had back at the hospital.Come on, Bigfoot, turn your attention to me, I was thinking. Well, maybe. Barbara was making some display of herself. But this is what she wanted. Barbara was driven completely by her sexual desires now. Whatever pleased her body, she would do. She dressed like whore, she acted like whore, she solicited herself like whore, and now she was letting herself, actually making herself be treated like a whore. Barbara was out of patience. The cab driver was being too cautious in his penetration of her pussy. And Barbara was too caught up in her lust. She grabbed his wrist. "You said 'she,'" I said. "I think that's a boy." Uh uh." I was looking for you guys," this androgynous person said, then camerunning towards us. . Short brown hair in a messy boy cut, big eyesand lots of freckles, even more than Sarah, who was the Queen of Sun-spots. Muscle tee, cut off jeans, no shoes. Under the pier lights,the newcomer had this pixie-ish look, but sort of wiry, with well-defined shoulders. Definitely a boy, I thought, except for the teewhich looked pretty girly, like.