Another glance at my boobs. I sat back and raised both arms as I arched my back to stretch. Hey, if you got it, flaunt it.He was working up his nerve....In the unfair universe we all inha bit, he and I both understood I was out of his league. Way out. Looks, brains, character. Boobs. It wasn’t a Beauty and the Beast chasm, nothing that radical. But our differences were out there in the open, pulsating almost.Gotta give him credit for trying though.“I live not far from here.”“Convenient.”He. Like a generation gone by, it was finally the day when my relatives were leaving for our hometown. We dropped them at the railway station, which was about 20 minutes walk from my place.On the way back, mom just wanted to have some fun with me on the way, so she said, let’s walk back home. There was lust on one hand, and on the other hand, I had found a girlfriend and was feeling very different that we are in a relationship. She too felt the same.She decided to be naughty and walk along, she. " And she says, 'My dad died recently. He was a big fan.'" 'Sorry to hear it, ' I tell her. I mean, I don't know why she's telling me this, but I'm just trying to be like, y'know, polite." 'My dad was the same age as Brooks Robinson, ' she tells me, 'almost right to the day. And he used to play third base when he was young, just like Robinson. 'Course he wasn't, y'know, great like Brooksie, but the point is, he was a third baseman, and he was a huge Brooks Robinson fan, and, oh God, we didn't. She agreed to cup her shoulders and lean forward when the male waiter was around the table. We sure got good service. Next, I got her to go mattress shopping without panties. We got good customer service there too. I asked her to go shoe shopping, but she refused, saying that would look too intentional. I did get her to come out of the hotel bathroom naked, supposedly not knowing that room service was there. She was just drying her hair and acted totally natural as if nothing was unusual.I.