The man welcomed her such a way that he knows her well. She asked for tops & the man showed her lots of tops. All those were modern & western type top.... I was surprised as she never wore such dresses. I was just observing. She choose one top that was too less to wear. She asked me hows that? I was dumb I could only speak good! She went inside to check! I was hoping she will come out with that killing top. But she came with that old dress & orderd to pack. We left the shop.On the way I asked her. He stretched and leaned back against the windshield pulling his coat close around him. Bored, he said, "You might as well get in the back of the truck and take a nap. There's no telling how long we'll have to wait for them." When did they say they would be here?" Debbie asked. She pulled at the sleeves of the shirt she was wearing. She couldn't stop wondering how Georgia had managed to live in fatigues for so many years. They weren't very complimentary to her figure. It was her personal opinion. The tank top, shorts, and heels were all they looked to be, and I could see the outline of her bra under the top. "Let's sit in the family room", I suggested. We sat across from one another, and she asked if she could smoke. I lit her 120mm cigarette, she crossed her legs, and put one arm up on the back of the sofa, giving my an erotic view of her 40C bust line. She took a deep drag of her cigarette and told me that her daughter was in the midst of a divorce, that she had gone there to helpp. She was suffering, too. This pair were fighting each other to a standstill and shedding blood by the pint. She looked at the makeshift ring's canvas covering and saw spots of blood all over it. She wouldn't be catching an early bus this week! This was going to be a long haul!"She's a dirty fighter " Gloria whispered to her second. "Any advice?" Don't ask me! You're the expert. You're the fighter. Me? I just cool you down and wipe the blood away, except you don't want the blood wiped off.".