I agreed. I asked that there be only one made, thus leaving it a unique piece forever. He responded readily, and asked if the pendant be for the prett... lady at my side. Yes, I answered, she is my wife, and a unique lady in the entire world. ‘Then,’ he spoke softly with a little flair, ‘so shall it be, and I will strive my hardest to make it a unique emblem of your love for her worthy of her extraordinary beauty. I thank you, sir, for the opportunity to serve you in this way.’ I turned to. I enjoyed working for Mr. Smith since I learned a lot about houses and business but I especially enjoyed working for Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith was a rather large woman I would guess she weighed about 250 and she had a very magnificent pair of tits 44DD; I knew because I peeked at the label on one of her bras that was hanging on the clothes line. When Mrs. Smith worked in her garden she wore shorts and a halter top that never quite fit correctly. I would watch her and just loved to see her big. '" No one laughed, but there were several winces. As quiet rebukes go, Sheila's was major league. There were several people in the room who could truly appreciate it. Almost everyone could follow the reasoning behind her directive. I gave them a moment, then went on."You have all seen images of Sheila in the Irish sod green dress and white lace cover. You have likely seen her on the dance floor. With that as an example, how could I aspire to less than this?" I waved a hand at myself and shut. Rizzo watched her until she was halfway down the block before closing the door. The smile on her face was broader then ever.“What happened to Frenchie?” Sandy asked as Rizzo walked into the living room alone.“She had some errands to run so she split,” Rizzo said.“Oh okay,” Sandy said, accepting the explanation at face value.“Would you like something to drink,” Rizzo asked as she led Sandy towards the couch, “a beer or a soda?”“A soda would be nice.”“Coming right up,” Rizzo said as she headed.