Give me your phone number. I'll call your parents and tell them you're staying the night at our house. David will to take you to the diner and buy y...u dessert. I'll call over there when I'm done talking to your folks.”A little overwhelmed, I gave Mrs. Hudson our number, and then handed the phone back to David. He listened for a moment. “Okay, swell. We'll be at the diner. My truck is parked there. I love you, Mom. 'Bye.”David thanked the desk clerk and turned to me. “I hope we have. Now she started talking more. She told that her husband is addicted to watching porn photos over the internet and he likes this thing. She told that she has no problem this but sometimes he neglects her over this.“So how can I help you in this ma’am?’’ I askedShe said-“ I want my husband to watch me always. Whenever he wants to see nude photos he prefers me, not other internet ladies.”I started thinking about how I could make this possible. Technically it is impossible to stop a man to watch. It was mybest find, or so I thought, as it was a front pull,and it worked well. As I sucked in my breath, andpulled, the voice spoke yet again."You really think that makes you look better? Whydon't you just admit you are fat, and lose someweight, Porky? Maybe then you could look good... orat least not look so fat."Ignoring the voice, I tied the corset. Now, I pulledon the breast forms, not the stick kind, but insteada slightly revolutionized pair which simply strap on.The mechanics of it all. He kissed the top of her head. ‘Is there anything you want to ask me before I get our bags?’ ‘Were you…are you and …’ she couldn’t bring herself to say Ginny. ‘Are Ginny and I lovers?’ He pulled back enough to see her face. ‘Jealous?’ She blushed. ‘Not now. We’re just friends. Our temperaments do better as friends. Anything else?’ he asked, smiling down at her. She shrugged. ‘She’s very pretty.’ He chuckled, ‘Yes, she is, but not as pretty you, Catie, at least not in the same way. And you’re.