" I objected to being called aloser, although to admit the truth, I wasn't much of a winner by anystretch. The uniformed stranger looked at me rathe... contemptuously."Steve Harlin could be described as a typical loser," he repeated.This time I just rolled my eyes. "He's 37 years old, overweight,single, and marginally employed as a... retail clerk." He said theselast two words with sneering disdain. He bent down to meet my gaze andsaid in his sarcastic voice, loud enough for the crowd to. Jane leaned over to D and whispered probably thinking I wouldn't hear, "How can she not see it?"D smiled and looked over at me and then gave Jane a knowing look to which Jane rolled her eyes and continued where she had left off, "Anyway that's only secondary, they run around making the rest of us feel like garbage for what? Not having as much power as them? It's just silly." Agreed, but it's just the way things are," D replied, "No one said life was fair."We finished off our meals in relative. Six months later, our evening conversation sessions were cancelled. When it was finally proved conclusively that my condition was permanent, he stopped coming to my test sessions altogether." Did you ever see him again?" Of course I did. I was still a Venus employee. But it became very rare for us to see each other and it was usually by chance. He'd lost all hope that we could ever be together and it changed everything." What happened?" It was September 2001, the permanence of my Bimbification. ..I'm LarryHanel's...ssss...ssecretaryyyy..." Larry Hanel is a married man, Tammy," Julia reminded as she restedher cock on the bridge of Tamara's nose. "Although I often wonder ifyou've ever teased him otherwise, or if he teased you. Don't you thinkit would be a shame to ruin a good man's marriage over a nastyaffair?"The now-quivering Tamara's eyes had opened as Julia spoke, and hereyes lingered on the rock-hard phallus resting on her nose. "I...Iwon't...he's nice...he...he's my friend...".