Clark smiled. Lana, not oblivious to the tension between the boys, tried to break it, ‘So, Lex was showing me this meteorite he found. Clark is real...y into space stuff.’ Clark narrowed his eyes at Lana but she ignored him, ‘Show him, Lex.’ ‘Really? So Clark, do you believe in the extraterrestrial?’ Lex asked with an almost maniacal grin as he waved his hand at Clark to come closer. The topic did make him Clark nervous, but he tentatively stepped ahead and held his hand out. The weird feeling. "Check out the blonde," he says.I look. She is in her mid thirties, a few pounds overweight. Tight skirt, no bra. Butt overflows the barstool a bit. Looks like she's been in the Vee Jay for a while.Joe is no slouch with women. "Gimme a few minutes," he says, and slides down the bar to where the blonde is sitting. I can see them talking. After a bit, Joe waves for me to come on over."This here's Flossie," Joe says. "Flossie, this here's my good buddy Dick." (My name isn't Dick. Joe is always. I turned to her and gave her a hu g and told her thank you for everything that day and kissed her neck. but not like a son would. she sat their for a minute and let it happen but then just stood up and got out of the hottub. i was a little embarassed. i thought i lost my chance and iwas about to get cussed out! i just sat their glancing at the tv and my mom and she just stood their looking at me and what could i have said! so i said what with a smile and she said "you know what". she stood. Not flashy, but classy and certainly of some great expense. But it’s not the expense of the jewelry that attracts my eye. It’s the way that that everything you wear seems to compliment your free spirit. A spirit that to my imagination contains a hint of experience and risk taking. Occasionally you wear a blouse that is designed to be semi-transparent in order to emphasize the elegant undergarment that is meant to accentuate your beauty without appearing crass or inappropriate in any way. You.