The two stalls for the main garage, house my work truck, and my ‘everyday’ car.My everyday car isn’t anything to write home about. Just a normal...Dodge Charger, I didn’t even spring for the V8. Cloth seats, standard radio, and plain silver paint. That car serves its purpose, mainly keeping me dry when I’m not working, and the weather doesn’t like the bike. In San Diego though the weather is usually hospitable, the Charger is three years old and has maybe eight thousand miles.The work truck is. Karla is a large girl, pleasingly rubenesque, lush in her proportions.I used to think as society had programmed me to, that anorexia, bulimia and heroin-chic were 'beauty' and 'desirability', but another woman had changed that opinion for me, and I began to see beauty all around me.I see it in the undulations of womanly flesh as these ladies move through the world like majestic cruise ships, every deck packed with delights. I see it in full breasts, no matter their size, a lack of slackness, a. Oh, well. I put on a smile, and went out to meet the competition. It was to be held at the gymnasium of my college campus, and watched by thousands of men and women from around Boston. I’m not going to tell you the details. I’m not going to tell you what happened. I want you to guess. I’ve laid out for you all that I am and all that I can do. Do you really think anyone in this world or any other can stand a chance when going up against me? I’m a walking, talking, living and breathing. "I nodded."You use tampons?" Yeah. Sometimes." Then you already stretch the daylights out of your hymen. Your first time may or may not hurt. If you take THIS," she said, picking up the realistic pink one, "and push it up you, then I guarantee that you'll be ready for Lane with no problem. I can give you a tube of lube and you can fix yourself right up." I dunno if I wanna do that, Sherry," I said. "I mean, I'm a virgin, and I guess it might be silly in these times to say it, but I kinda think.