Black box -- it doesn’t matter why it works that way; it just matters that you know that it will work that way. Well, I won’t be designing transis...ors. I’ll be designing things which use transistors. It’s just like driving a car instead of making one.”“If you say so,” she said. Maybe his Buick was a black box. Dad’s Lincoln was bright blue and sleek.“What about you? I’ll tell you; they didn’t teach any of that Fleurs de Mal when I went to high school -- neither at Gordon nor at ETHS.”“Well, I. "Don't even worry about it, I like the smell of sweat, it motivated me for the gym. Besides, you look cute in those tight shorts," Tom said mockingly.I didn't think anything about the comment, we had gotten to know each other enough to joke around.I gave him a good therapeutic massage and when we were done, he said that he felt great!"What is a normal tip? Tom asked."Ten bucks is pretty standard," I said.Tom pulled out a twenty, "That was worth more than ten!"The next few weeks, Tom was in four. In her dreams, they worshipped her long, silken hair, her slender, not-too-tall figure and most of all, her startlingly large bosom.She'd had mixed feelings about her breasts when they'd first made their appearance. It had been a couple of years ago. They'd grown so fast she could almost stand there and watch them get bigger. Between October and May, they'd blossomed from nothing to a ripe D cup, and they hadn't stopped growing and filling out in the subsequent two years. She was used to them. Everything went as normal and we drove to the concert together. We pulled into a parking lot that was a little way away from the stadium. It was mostly secluded, but there was still some people walking by about 30 feet away. I went around to help her out of the car and after helping her out she dropped her purse on accident. I went to go pick it up for her but she stopped me and slowly bent over at the waist to pick it up herself. My heart almost skipped a beat for a minute when I saw her bare.