He doesn’t have a happy marriage, nor, does he have the typical male type job. He is not contented with a routine 9 to 5 job. He loves driving a rig... except for the long, lonely nights. His life resembles a roller coaster. No matter what he does to make things better, it feels like someone is out to make sure his life is a living hell, twenty-four seven. He closed his eyes, letting his mind travel twenty years back in time. He was so happy then. As the image of Pamela came into view, she was. She quickly adjusted the straps and placedpink foam rubber falsies into the cups.Stepping back to admire her handiwork, she smiled broadly. "Well howdoes it feel to have breasts of your own? With those babies, youcertainly won't be a member of the ittie bittie tittie club, now willyou?" she said sarcastically.She pulled the next item out of the box. It was a waist chinch garterbelt. It was white nylon/spandex with an overlay of rose floral lace andsix garters. The metal garter tabs were covered. She lived just down the street from me with her Hot looking 45 year old mom named Jannet and cute younger 18 year old sister named Cindy, but Lisa always called her squirt. I would spend nights with her in her home and we would bang like crazy, but we'd try to keep the noises down as not to disturb her mom accros the hall or sister who's room was right next to Lisa's. One Saturday morning, as we were lying in bed, we heard her mother's car pull out of the driveway. "OOOOH! It sounds like we. No — but, where's Ned? You usually eat together." Well, this is his day to eat school food and schmooze with the teachers, keep up with the gossip. Why don't we get a sandwich?"When they returned with bags from Falafel King, they settled on the shady bench. Toni opened the conversation along with her sandwich."How's the building going? You and Sheldon get along all right?" Oh, sure," Sylvia replied. "We're both professionals. But I'm a little surprised he doesn't hold it against me that I blew.