I heard them call me "No-boobs" behind my back, which wasn't quite true; I was almost an A-cup.I think they were also intimidated by the fact that I'm...into sports. I was too short for basketball, and track was boring, but I was good in gymnastics (where small tits are a help), and I got into tennis in my sophomore year and got to the point where none of the girls wanted to play with me any more. My coach said that if I really wanted to get good at it, I'd have to play with people who could. Y’all enjoy the show.’ And with that, he was gone. I glanced at her and noticed a strange look of relief cross her face, replaced with a killer smile for me. She said, ‘Let’s go watch the show.’ Pat put on a hell of a show and we had a great time. I made sure to leave him the info on my new band as I knew it just might come in handy for us in the future. Stella seemed to have a great time dancing to the music and Pat would wink and wave on occasion at her. He did it to lots of the girls around. A good wife was home when her husband left in the morning, and was waiting for him when he got home in the evening. In order to comply with that basic rule, she worked outside the home just six hours a day. Of course, her salary – a miserly piecemeal wage – were less than a tenth what a man would be paid for a similar job. Assuming, of course, any man would be willing to do the work she performed. Not that she ever even saw her paycheck; it was deposited directly to her husband’s bank. Fetch me three books from the bottom draw of the book shelf and place them on the table” Jim commanded.Jo duly did so, happy to be released from the probing fingers of Mr Jones.“And remember, no bending at the knees…”Jo placed the three late books on the large oak desk.“Right now lay the book end on end on the middle of the desk, then i want you standing on the desk.”She did as she was ordered using the chair to help herself up. Standing there she looked down. The three old me were looking.