"He smiled, but his eyes kept drifting to my magnificent set of boobs. Idid my best to smile instead of slapping him, and eventually he driftedaway. T...at night as Lisa and I went to bed, I told her how I felt whenboth Stan and Jack looked at me."Get used to it honey, why do you think we dress the way we do? The guyswant to get into our pants, so they tip big, just so we'll bend over andlet them see what we have! Just don't go crazy if someone pats you onthe ass! Most of the guys do it. They. The gray cast to her skin was turning to pink. His cloak about her shoulders was open at the front to allow the heat from the fire to warm her. Her ribs were prominent, and her hips, and her knees. ‘You need fattening up, Mhari. We’ll get some meat on yer bones before ye break. And, ah… ye’ll need some clothes, much as I like ye as ye are. How’s the tea?’ ‘Warming.’ She looked down at herself. ‘I am a wee bit thin, but I’ll be fine. A bit more tea and I’ll have a sleep.’ ‘I’ll get more wood.’. Conners, would you like your regular booth tonight?" he asked"Yes Milo, that will do perfectly."The host led them back to the last booth against the back wall of therestaurant. The table was round with a built in seat almost all the wayaround and was large enough to seat four or five. After being seated,Chris again tried to bring up the subject of Laura's plan. Lauraresponded. "Chris, don't worry. The plan will be made clear to you as thenight goes on. By the time we're done, you will agree. "I understand if you're busy." No. I'd love to meet you. Pick you up at your place? Give me a time." Seven o'clock p.m. I'll text you my address."I didn't need it. I was embarrassed. "I have to tell you something." Let me guess. You're actually fifty years old, five foot two and weigh three hundred pounds. You have a stand-in for our chats." No, seriously. I know where you live. What you do. Everything."I heard the catch in her voice. "You are stalking me!" No. One of my guys had you.