She looks just like mom, she pointed at the tall girl, she’s beautiful.”We were in the car on the way home when I could finally talk coherently.�...I’m sorry Sarah.”“Don’t be sorry grandpa. I shouldn’t have ambushed you. Sometimes my tits speak for themselves. Joan says it’s good I have them because no boy would have me because I’m short, fat and ugly.”“You are very cute and sexy. Any boy would love you.” How could Joan be so cruel? He noticed she didn’t call Joan grandma.When we got home Mary was. Usually I’d offer to pay, but I have a feeling that’s futile with Lauren.“Well I’ve told you my tragic relationship story. What’s yours?”“Mine isn’t as close to as exciting as an evil CEO.” I give her a wink to bring some lightness to the conversation. “My story is way too typical. I fell in love with a client and we got together for about three years until I walked in on her and a guy from her company.”“I’m sorry that happened. Do you still talk?”“God no. I’m not sure she was ever really worth. “Is there a chance I can try one on?” Coming out from behind the counter hiding my eyes as I picture her in nothing but a bra and panties. Finding the bra in question, bring it back, realizing that I’m guaranteed to see this beauty toplesss if Ii play it right. Handing the bar to her “Okay room two and four have just been cleaned so the bench maybe still damp, I suggest room three.“Three it is then!” taking off her jacket “Shall I leave this here so you know I’m not trying to steal the bra!”. "Beverly? Please don't take this the wrong way, I really mean this from the bottom of my heart, I really do."She looked at me then nodded to say go ahead."Please tell me how you really feel!" I wanted everyone concentrating on me. As I spoke, I tried to project to her and everyone else friendship, love, companionship, closeness, family. All those emotions that combined give you that warm fuzzy feeling, like on Christmas morning around the tree or sitting at the Thanksgiving table after the best.