You're too tired and we're not going to makeany more progress here.?Chris couldn't remember ever being this tired before. ?Yeah... Iguess.??I'll call ...or a car. Grab your stuff and I'll ride down with you. ?Chris put his purse over his shoulder and rode the elevator down to thelobby. When the doors opened, there was Willy standing by the door witha big smile on his face.?Well, good evening, Mr Johnston. Good evening, Miss Christine.?Willy?s infectious smile made both Mark and Chrissy smile,. I was silent and she repeated what I liked in her. Again I was silent. She said whether at least I liked her breasts. She insisted and I nodded. She was visibly very happy and came and sat near me. She looked in my eyes and took my fingers in her hand and slowly caressed them and lifted my hand and took it to her cheeks. I was perspiring out of fear and tension and she asked me why I fear so much. She leaned forward and kissed the back of my palm and took it to her breast and kept it there. It. The next customer, or customers, were the Atkins brothers. They worked on their family farm about twenty miles out of town. They weren't trouble makers or anything. But they were a little on the rough side, kind of crude and lacking in manners.They waived at us when they came in and walked over to the counter. Lester, the older brother was telling me from half way across the store that they needed to order some parts for a milking machine.He didn't finish his sentence, at least not for quite a. No one knew, and he felt fine.Like the stakes in a marathon poker game the ante seemed to grow. Passing as a woman was not enough anymore. He wanted to experience the physical charms of a woman. He wanted smooth, supple, clear, hairless skin. And Breasts. Large beautiful breasts, or soft small ones, and every size color and dimensional variation in between. He wanted long flowing hair down to his shoulders. Brown, curly, straight, blonde, bangs, teased; he tried each in turn. He wanted small.