Now I knew I had heard of it, but I never figured it would happen to me in my lifetime. I was still thinking, when a soft knock at the door interrupte... my thoughts. I took a deep breath before I said to come in. She came in, smiling at me, and I asked if she would close the door. I got a funny look, but she did and sat down in the chair by my desk."Kat, I need to talk to you, and I don't know how to approach this and not hurt the feelings we have for each other." Jon, I don't know why you look. When I told him, he just looked strangely at me and said to go to bed. We needed more than a few words. Visiting Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters that night, with visions of Tammy laughing, she filled my mind and dreams; at least one dream in particular caused me to have to change shorts the next morning.After the talk with my dad, where he emphasized a few points he had made earlier to me while mom was out of the room, he gave me a few rubbers, and told me to make damn sure I used them. He. Other than the music which has been lowered to a respectable volume the room is silent. I keep stroking and then something hits my face. Then something else hits my legs and chest. It won't stop . It feel like rain...no bird poop...no, they're spitting on me. Its the only thing it could be. I open my mouth and say "Thank you for spitting on me mistresses." My wife says, "Louder." I inhale deeply to yell over the music as the spit keeps raining down on me as I stroke. As soon as I begin to speak. Listen m'am, I'm a very good appraiser but I've never... Oh welI... OK... Can you tell me something about... your... ?" Tits? Yes, that's better. My tits started to form and become really apparent when I was in the second grade." The second grade?" Yes and I was very self conscious about them too but my mother told me all the women on her side of the family started developing their big tits very early." Listen m'am, this is most unusual. We produce a television program and I don't think..." I.