Thank you. Um, you look like you're kind of excited talking about my breasts. Look at you."I nodded down to his lap which was very bulged out."Oh, god... I'm sorry." Don't be, Robbie, it's a natural reaction. And, it's kind of a complement. That a young man would like to be around an older woman." Well, I sure like being around you." Okay, let's work on your confidence. I want you to tell me why you like to be around me. Just tell me what's in your mind, I won't get mad or anything, just tell. I watched for a while then closed my eyes so I could concentrate on what I felt, not what my wandering mind saw. I should have kept my eyes wide open!!! In the darkness, my mind played me back one more chorus of “Bad Girl, Bad Girl” In my mind’s eye, I envisioned an orchestra-conductor signal the end of the song with a rather bulky baton. The maestro turned to me, bowed to acknowledge my performance, then rose to face me. I instantly recognized the face of St. Regis, the border guard. She. As with previous forays into the Centre I am unable to blend in completely and begin to attract attention. I’m not sure if it’s simply the case that I’m perceived by the female undead as a good looking, fit and capable portion of gorgeousness- that being so it follows that jealous boyfriends would want to see me thrown or pushed underneath a moving tube train, although a bus would do at a push or, it could simply be I attract attention because I unknowingly mince along like a limp-wrist-ed. I was pretty pissed at Mike and told Richard everything: ‘I mean damn Richard, he just walks up to these two women and asks what they’d charge to fuck. And they were nice girls, not like the others…’ ‘Nice girls John? They were strippers.’ ‘No they were auditioning to be strippers, but damn, they were… ah, upscale.’ ‘Ah, okay, upscale strippers,’ Richard said mockingly. ‘Look, it doesn’t matter, it was just fucking uncouth of Mike to do that. I tell you, I should have left him there to fend off.