" You say so, Steph," Chris shook his head. "I think it would hurt though." It hurts anyway," I flipped my hands with a shrug. "Well, sometimes. Somet...mes it feels really good to get bumped down there." I wish I could bump you," Chris said and Mark and I both laughed at him."I'm glad you don't, believe me," I said. "You're perfect sized." She says that now," Mark was teasing Chris too. "But she changes her mind a lot." Yeah, she's weird," Chris agreed, and I guess they were teasing me back, so. Half Malay, half Bajan - a strange pedigree I know, but believe me it worked perfectly. He was fit!! And the private parts... WOW!!! They were impressive!!Let me tell you a little about myself. I was born in west London to West Indian parents, so suppose I'm second generation British? Black hair, usually keep it long, but sometimes I get a shortish bob, and then let it grow out again. On a more personal note... my breasts are not that big, I'm 34C, but I like them, and I really like my nipples,. My plan was wobbling, and what was worse I was hungry, I went to the kitchen, found some frozen chicken legs, and went back for her. She was rooting through my jacket searching for my car keys when I came back."Hey!" I said, "not so fast, you want to eat?" "It's frozen!" she said, "I can't eat frozen chicken!" Well I can hardly take you to a restaurant can I?" I said, "And the pizza guy will never find us will he?" No," she said, "Why are you doing this?" Why the car keys and not the gun?" I. “When was the last time you ate?” asked Ruth.“I don’t remember. I think I had some bar pretzels ... yesterday?”I heard a clucking from behind and when I turned, I saw Phyllis and Kyle, bringing me a bowl of stew and a chunk of hot fresh bread. The sight made my mouth water. The aroma made my stomach almost cramp with hunger. Without a word, I picked up a spoon and dug in. The first few bites hit hard and wanted to fight it out with the remnants of my bender, but reinforcements arrived with.