" Sheseemed determined not to take part of this more than necessary. "Give mea yell if something's wrong, I'll look for more in the meantime."James wa... left in the booth with two curious items and not a lot of help.The cups didn't really seem all that large. 34DD and 34 E, he read. Withtrepidation, he took off his sweater and hung it up. Looking into thewall-sized mirror, he saw the same sight he had seen yesterday. A youngscared-looking girl, thin and curvy, with only a small white. So then, did she know that I wanted to boink her?“Sunday, then?” she asked, breaking my reverie.I just nodded and turned away, half afraid to speak, concerned that my hard-on would be reflected in my voice.Saturday afternoon I was browsing in Nordstom’s, idly thinking I might buy something new for the following day. Who was I trying to impress? Then I smiled to myself. I knew exactly who I was trying to impress.I was holding up a light blue sweater when a voice said, “Not your color.”It was. I'll be at work, for example, and though I have many things that need to be attended to, a sudden image will flash across my mind of Mara and Omar, locked in a passionate embrace as I witness this most deeply primal of all activities that any two human beings can engage in!Perhaps the image is of Omar's strong, manly hands exploring my wife's full and lovely breasts; or perhaps it will be a look I see on Mara's face telling of her eagerness to fuck this handsome African man; or it might be the. T. square in it's only eye and ran like hell.HardboiledPavlov, Pavlov... the name rang a bell with the hard boiled detective, as he doggedly followed the trail of murder and mayhem that led him to the City Pound. The chiming of the church carillon near by reminded him that it was almost his dinner time. No chance to stop for a bite now, he thought to himself, spitting into the into the street's littered gutter, hungry to finish the mystery once and for all. He'd wolf down something when he got.