' We humans are petty little hypocrites and I'm no exception. By the way, I know about these things because my day job is psychological research."In a...other part of the converted warehouse a slave and a Legal Resident walked on a gym mat and embraced, falling to the mat. The slave rolled on his back clasped his hands behind his collared neck. In seconds the woman was on top grinding her pelvis into the man. She reached between them and grabbed his erect penis, positioned herself and then fully. Turn your ship, one of your crew remains. Those were my words. When my voice became weak I beat my breast and mixed my words with blows. I hung my veil in a tree and waved and hoped that those forgetting would remember.”She paused for effect and was met by her grandmother’s quiet smile. Then with tragedy and gravitas worthy of a Shakespearean actress she continued,” Then you were gone beyond my sight and only then did I free my tears. Until that moment my eyes had been dulled by pain. What more. He forgot to ask her for her phone number. But each time he met her, the thought never entered his mind. And like yesterday, he didn't see her come out for break. He also just remembered that he never saw her ate, when they were together at the diner's.He just wished Miranda would come out for recess and join him. He acknowledged that he was lonely without her.But to his astonishment, he saw three male students coming towards his table. As they finally reached his table, he had a better view of. It was at that point that I saw Mom's boobs for the first time. They were truly something men might lust after, but no sane woman would."Well her boobs aren't too bad for an old lady I guess," Charlie said."Charlie honey, those are not boobs. Those are jelly filled balloons under her skin." I said."So, do all natural women your age have saggy boobs?" he asked."Some more than others but all women show the effects of gravity, even those with implants do eventually." I said."So why don't you sag?".