Do you like those kind of views, sweetie? Do you like looking up my dress? I'll let you look all you want for a little while. Were you daydreaming tha... other men would be getting the same view as you later, maybe even better? They might get to see me climbing in or getting out of the car in my short little dress. Or maybe they'll be looking up my dress while I'm sitting on a barstool at the club. Ooh, your penis is getting hard. You must like that a little!" Stand up. Hush. It's all right. Let. "Again.***Faye couldn't wait for Bobbie to leave. She could already pictureblowing off school and hitting the mall with Timmi. No matter whathappened, they had fun together."Well, I'll see you two in a bit," Bobbie said, the clothes she had onbarely hid the new enhancements to her curves. "Please stay out oftrouble." But," Faye said. "Trouble is the only thing that fits." A sarcasticpout punctuated the end of the sentence.Bobbie wanted to laugh, but the seriousness of the moment prevented. After receiving the usual bureaucratic runaround, he finally found the right office and convinced then to assign him a room in the in the "Q", a boarding house for the officers. The Q was an old Victorian house that stood in a line with other gently decaying houses along a small inlet. Simon found it's stodgy gentility completely at odds with the reason he was there. Climbing the stairs, Simon inspected the small room he'd been given and resignedly slung his gear into the closet before going in. ”“What?”“Oh sorry, your boyfriend said it turns you off to talk about this, I just wanted to give you a compliment.”“What are you talking about?”Silence.I knew something was very wrong here. I had certainly talked to my boyfriend about my turn-offs but they were along the likes of potty play… nothing about conversation topics. I felt sick. Something was up. In hindsight, I wish I would have just gotten over it and left it alone. But I did what all women do, I pried. It turns out he didn’t know.