"Yes sir," Hank said. "Paul, tell the president." Hank has his citizen ID device," Paul said, "but at the moment all I can verify is that Hank has a c...tizen ID. If Hank had a non-citizen identification device or a bondsman device I could read it more fully. Bondsman devices are collars that indentured servants and slaves wear that identifies either their owner or the slave training site, depending upon the privacy features the owner has established. I can only detect the presence of a bio. "Oh, well," I thought, "maybe I can distract people from making comparisons of our boobs by getting them to look at something else. 'Our boobs'? Will you listen to me? This is going to make me crazy! Some day that may be my dissertation — Incidence of Split-Personality in Superheroines. Gaaaa!"After I spent some time admiring my reflection and wondering if my outfit qualified as 'sexy-teen' or 'innocent-girl', my stomach rumbled, reminding me that it was time for breakfast and I had to beat two. "Who said it could get this fucking hot in May?" I wondered aloud. I pulled my T-shirt over my head to try and catch some breeze. I got back to work, I was trying to chop the roots away from some other fucking tree that was invading the flower bed. "Foul!" Mom called. "Um... Un-necessary Buffness!" "What?" I teased back. "There's no fouls! There's no rules! It's jut win or lose, mama!" I had bulked up over the years, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to flex my arms more, now that I knew. Dann auch noch das wo sie das Top unter ihre viel zu üppigen Busen gezogen hatte so dass ihre Brustwarzen frech hervor schauten.Normalerweise versteckte sie diese in einem BH welche den Busen optisch verkleinerten.Leonie könnte eigentlich nicht ablehnen, sie hätte es ihren Freundinnen zuhause versprochen. Aber bisher hatten nur ihr Arzt und ihr Ex ihre Brüste gesehen. Und letzterer auch nur weil sie an Silvester zu viel getrunken hatte und dann auch noch mit ihm geschlafen hatte. 10 Rosenkranz.