Unlike myself, she had supple tits, just enough but not too much, probably a small B cup at the most. She was drunk beyond belief, and I knew I could ...et away with anything if I wanted to. When we returned home, I helped her up the steps to our third-floor penthouse. She stumbled in the door and I followed not far behind, locking the door behind me. I stripped out of my shirt, because her drink had spilled on it when we were leaving. She turned around and looked at me with a puzzled look."Are. In the last few minutes, he had heard increasing amounts of shouting,fighting, drunken hollering, and several distinctly feminine yelps.Marcel was nowhere to be seen, he had left before it had started andhadn't yet returned.Eventually Calvin briefly caught a glimpse around the corner of agirl carrying a vodka bottle on a tray. She was very nearly naked, wearing only a comically tiny skirt madefrom hundreds of shiny tassels that swayed as she moved, revealingthe equally tiny matching g-string. Of course they asked me about Dumont."She pressed his hand. "I heard. You did great there. I also heard your answer to the first question. That was sweet. They grilled me about our engagement, you know." Lots of broken hearts?" David grinned."You bet. You should've seen their faces when I told them that I'm going to med school. Gobsmacked!" Oh, that "acting-is-in-your-genes" thing again?"She giggled. "I thought you didn't understand French?" Just guessing. I ... Oh, look! There's Wes and. "You can't be serious, Eve!� I'm a grown woman!� You can't give mea bare bottom spanking...ON TELEVISION!� You can't humiliate methat way." There's no shame in it, Stephanie," Eve said, sympathetically.�"What you have to remember is that even the toughest cons breakdown, and wiggle their little fannies, and promise to be goodlittle girls, once they start laying on the stripes.� I'll explainin my voice-over how the razor strap can make even a well-educatedand sophisticated professional woman.