With an exaggerated, bow-legged, stride, he began walking after her. ‘If you don’t mind, I’ve got this sticky situation that’s slowing me down...just a tad.’ ‘So what caused that, Mr. Davis?’ Shaking his head, he joined her. ‘I know who caused it, Miss Cohen. I even know what she did to cause it. But I’m not certain why she caused it. If I can figure that one out, I might try for a repeat, even if it means missing another ball game.’ They both laughed as she swung the blanket at him in mock rage.. .." You look pretty." I look a mess," he giggled."I think you're beautiful." She smiled and squeezed his hand in hers."Have you made a decision?" I've made lots of decisions, but I can't decide on which decision isbest."She smiled at him. "You'll figure it out, Paulie."He breathed deeply and leaned back in his chair, his prosthetic breastsbouncing with his motion. "Seriously, without trying to be gentle withme or anything like that, if I asked you to make the decision for me,what would you. Normally I do not get into chubby girls but this one was sexy in her tight black skirt, black stockings and high heels with the navy blue short sleeve blouse that dipped low exposing the valley between her e cup breasts. I was not sure whether that was done on purpose I don’t know but when she bent over to reach into drawers I got a nice view of her powder blue lace bra. Her silver chain necklace dangling in the valley of the breast. My mind kept drifting to the thought of how she looked. One of the other things John and I had previously discussed was that we were both exhibitionists, not exactly shocking considering our inclination to wear as little clothing as we could get away with. The balcony could be a stage for us, and it offered a wholly different kind of exhibitionism than either of us had ever experienced. So as we stepped out through his sliding glass door and into the warm sunshine two things immediately became apparent, we were not alone, nearly every balcony was.