That fact didn't stop me from reading anyway. One night, I night I got two straight submissions from individuals listing measuremensts as 37-25-36 and...8 inches. While I'd gotten a few of these before along with dozens from women well past sixty or three hundred pounds who assured me that I had no idea what I was missing even if they were outside my criteria, I'd almost always delete these immediately. I was fine with various forms of sexuality, but not as part of any fantasy actually involving. That was no problem for her though, she was the best looking girl in the kingdom (except for Snow White, but that clash is going to have to be in another story). She daintily glided up to him, through the throng of prospective and horny women, and grabbed him for a dance. He, of course, didn't protest. With a perfect girl who is literally dripping horniness, what man would protest? They began talking and all that good stuff that a prince is supposed to do instead of taking the girl to an empty. . it's GOTTA be that way."Mister Jim looked at Mizz Crockett. She laid one of her books on his desk and opened it to the bookmarked page. He looked, then he whistled a long, low note. He looked at me. "Cindy Richards, you UNDERSTAND this stuff?"I nodded."Okay. When the bell rings for next hour, can you come by and talk with me?" Am I in trouble?" I asked.He smiled at me. "Oh, come on, Cindy. You don't get in trouble for knowing math. The universe might be in trouble, but you're not. I just want. Luckily, he wasn't called in for rehearsal until afternoon,so he got a good three hours of rest before getting up. Marilyn hadlaid out a comfortable dress for him to wear both for the rehearsaland for the flight. She'd also packed a pair of new yoga pants and ayellow polo shirt for him to wear at the audition. It wasn't exactlya macho look, but time was short.His mother did his hair and had him do his makeup to be sure he knewthe basics. She touched it up for him and told him to just do asimple.