But Gretchen did truly appreciate the way he always got hard for her. The customer blushed and stammered and Gretchen giggled and stuck out her huge B...I-enhanced rack, swaying it gently from side to side and drawing the customerís gaze like a magnet.ìThÖthank you, Miss Gretchen!î he told her tits.ìNo, thank YOU, Mr. Big Dick!î she said and giggled. ìFor the drink and for letting me rub that big pecker of yours! You keep buying lap dances, Iím gonna start thinking youíre sweet on me and my. I’m not sure your dad will agree, but it’s true.”I nodded and then Jocelyn and I stood up and went into the house so I could get my keys. I stopped at Liz’s door.“She’s relatively calm,” I said. “She’ll come talk to you. Just be honest, OK?”“You can’t stay?”I shook my head, “I’ve been excused. Emmy can stay, though.”Liz sagged, and said, “OK.”Jocelyn and I left the house just as my mom was coming in from the back yard. I didn’t envy her. My dad loved us, and usually kept on an even keel. But an. ’ Francesca said in her soft, Betty Boop-ish voice. ‘I love you both. Now you be good.’ She lifted her breasts to enhance her cleavage, dusting the honey-colored mounds with a bit of bronze powder. She shuffled around the four-room apartment in her fuzzy, baby blue slippers so that she wouldn’t snag her hose on the torn linoleum that seemed to be invading every corner of the kitchen and bathroom by now. Taking a final glance in the mirror by the door, she grabbed her keys, stilettos, and. Every one physically able learned how to ski, Arti-Grav belt flying, sky diving, riding on horses and a host of other animals, swim and dive. The instructors yelled at us, insulted us and did not let up.The number of cadets every morning at breakfast was a little smaller each day.I hated dancing and culture class most of all. Why was it necessary that we knew how to play chess and a host of other games? Everyone had to pick one and learn how to play a musical instrument. Why did I have to know.