This meeting of busty petites would have surprised her even at a night club (from what she remembered of the one time she was dragged to one of those)...so out of a bunch of interns, this was a coincidence of ridiculous proportions. No time to dwell on the thought; there might have been a few years in her life when she could have pulled her arms inside her shirt, contortioned her arms to peel off the tight spandex under her shirt, and pulled it out like a necklace, but those C-cup years were long. It's why I act like a man."Her eyes, blue at the moment, stared into mine. I tried to put on a disarming smile. She shivered. It was just a quick little shudder, but it worried me. Shudders could mean several things, some good, some bad, and some ... well I didn't think it was that kind of shudder. It was pretty obvious that her cultural compass was pointed due north.I decided we'd had enough of this particular philosophical discussion. "If you're not hungry at all we can just go straight to. Tyler's mom shoved him and said,"ask her". Tyler gulped and and blurted out, "can you be my valentine?". I had never been asked that in person. Everyone in class, including our teacher just froze and stared at me in silence. I must have been bright red, i felt embarrased, and wanted all the attention off of me. I figured it was just like the cards from previous years, and just said yes. They handed me the flowers, teddy bear, a card, chocolates, just stuff I could not even carry. His mom made. However, the scrapbook was on the floor. "Where did you find this?" I said in feigned anger. "Whileputting away the boxes, I came across it," he said in a cuteashamed and embarrassed tone. "I'm really embarrassed. Those photos were taken by myhusband many years ago. They were not meant for publicconsumption." "That's a shame," he replied. "You certainly havea beautiful body." I don't know what was coming over me, but Iwas getting highly excited. In fact, I was even getting wetbetween my legs..