So, no, I didn't cry, but I felt like it. I solved it the way I'd solved so many similar things over the years: I cut it out of my life. I told myself...it was because I was bored with it, that I hated darkroom work, that I was only doing it because Dad did it and my brother the jerk did it, and I didn't really want to do it, anyway.That wasn't entirely true, though. The fact is that while I was no Ansel Adams, I got some pretty good results. Mostly in portraits, now and then in a landscape. Lee. I do not know why, but I am highly aroused with big ones. Seeing them makes me drool; it stirs almost instantly something within me and in a matter of seconds, the tent in my pants can be seen a mile away. Mind you, just big does not cut it. Big also has to be accompanied by a nice pair of eyes and a nice figure. I am talking about tits. Anyways, with that in mind, let me tell you how all this began. It had been a long-term fantasy for me to have a long session of good and steamy sex with a. ..The outlaw would step forth, causing her to gasp as his warm hand delved to her bosom and took amulet from around her neck... She could not forget the feeling of his warm fingers against her chest. “Wh-what do you intend to do now, good sir?” The damsel asked, her fearful voice shivering with the lightning of excitement; truly he had captured her. At that moment, like no other, could she remember how alone they were upon the road, her carriage-guards slain in the undergrowth and her driver. I figured that would be that, but she slowed to a stop in front of me. "Hey!" she said in a friendly tone."Hi" I replied coolly. "Do you live near here?" Yeah, I'm right in that neighborhood" she said, pointing to the nearest community, which happened to be a few down from mine. "All this time I had no idea" I laughed. "I'm a few neighborhoods down the street." "No way!" she laughed too. "We're basically neighbors." We could have been hanging out!" I said."And why would we do that?" she raised.