"I mean shit Ellen. You're agoddess. Your tits! Fuck!" She lathers up the soap and massages itonto her shoulders, and down over her breasts.This is no... how this usually goes."Uh," I scrabble for something to say. I've clearly not been aroundtheatre people enough. "You're kidding right?" When in doubt, self-deprecate. "You look amazing." I had my boobs done," she says confessionally, her hands roaming overher perky pair. "They look fake, right?" They look... " I'm not sure what to say. I'm aware. My party dress was a light blue outfit, buttoned all the way up the front and stops about mid bust. Under it I just wore a fresh pair of knickers, I don't wear bras any more not even to work. I find it more comfortable like that and my husband loves the idea too. As a bonus most of the good looking guys come around to chat to me and have a good look at my tits.The music started and the office was now officially closed until after Christmas. My boss, James came over bearing glasses and full. If my mom wasn't home, I never wore my clothes. Ever."She talked about her naked hours in the early mornings after her mother left for work, and how for her it was a way to get revenge for having her life so restricted in the afternoons. She liked nothing more than to be naked in the living room reading about evolution, both acts of defiance against the teachings of her mother's church. She talked about how, when she got older, she streaked around her apartment complex."That was really scary,. . how do we...?”“Come to the bedroom, if it pleases you.”Ryan’s heart skipped a beat at the prospect. He had assumed that they would sit on the couch again, but he guessed that it made more sense to sleep in a bed. She seemed to sense his apprehension, and perhaps the twinge of arousal that shadowed it, her voice low and soft as she reassured him.“Fear not. I do not seek to entrap you, only to help ease your sleep.”He hesitated for a moment, staring into his mostly eaten bowl of cereal, then.