Tommy looked over at her, and decided to ask some very personal questions, starting with, "What size bra do you wear!?!" "38D," she quickly replied. D... you like getting them sucked," he pressed on? "Very much," she answered instantly. "When's the last time you got fucked," he asked? "Last weekend, " she replied. "By who," he questioned? "Frank Butler," came her response. "Jesus," Tommy thought to himself, "Frank Butler is the black custodian at the high school!!!" "You mean Frank the janitor,". He saw the delicate curves of her shoulders and her collar bone along with the sides of her full round breasts beneath the criss-crossed bootlaces holding the front of her garment together. Her slender appealing figure had struck a rather appealing pose with her hips tilted slightly to her side giving him a nice view of herself. She was only about five feet and five inches in height but she had a rather lovely long pair of legs despite it. Jamie noticed she’d added a few more band designs to. They saw me wear an Arsenal cap the first day, and that opened the door for them to start a conversation with me. The brothers were Galatasaray fans themselves. I wasn't surprised. There were really only three clubs they could have supported. Those were the big three from Istanbul. Galatasaray was one of them.On the second day on the beach, one of them wore a Galatasaray shirt. They came up to us and started teasing me for the UEFA cup finale loss to them in 2000."Popescu," said the shorter one. Mike, sitting on the cooler between the two, popped open another beer for Roger, and one for Claire. She sat quietly with her sneakers on the dash board, listening the gears shifting and all the men talking endlessly in the CB radio. Each seemed to know each other, passing their time through meaningless conversation about where they were heading, where they had come from or what load they were hauling from this or that company that owned their trucks. This truck she was riding in was owned by.