And he invited us to a room behind, and tells my wife to undress her top and to sit down in the chair.And he went out behind the curtain and we could ...er him open and close something outside in the shop.so he returns inside this small room and he tells us that he locked the door so no one can enter the shop during our time there.He looks at her piercings and pushes them towards either side of her nipples.and said that he thinks that she would have new ones with a small shield around her. Passing Teresa and Julio I chanced to overhear them talking as they “worked.”“I tell you, she’s hot.”“Hey,” replied Julio, “she’s old. Had kids, too, so she’s probably all stretched out.”Teresa let out an exacerbated sigh. “You guys, you can only think about what you’re sticking your meat in next. Look at her, she’s in her mid-thirties at most and she still has a body I wish I could have.”“Hi, gang,” I interrupted. I gestured with my head to the counter. “Talking about the soccer mom?”“Yeah,. She poured a glass of orange juice and brought it. We were seated on a sofa. She once again started crying. I instantly went to her side and put my hand over her shoulder. She burst into tears. I just patted her shoulder. And kept my hand there. She tried to calm down and moved to rest her back. In that movement my hand was in such a position that my elbow rested on her boobs. She was breathing heavily after the bout of crying. And her boobs were moving up and down. I liked the feeling of her. She laughedmaniacally as she and Bob worked to light another bottle rocket. Theirhands were too cold and trembly and the little orange flame from thelighter danced uncertainly."OH JESUS IT'S COLD AS FUCK OUT HERE!" drunk Patrick shouted, his voicebooming in the night."Hold it down," Michelle said.The bottle rocket went up with a whizz then BANG! Michelle clapped."Let me do one," I demanded. I looked around for the bottle rockets anddidn't see them anywhere. Not on the picnic table, not on.