The boy took it still staring at my chest. “So you like big boobs huh.” I said smirking. He immediately looked away and seemed embarrassed. “I�...m sorry madam.” He said ashamed. “Its ok. You are not the first to stare and I am sure you won’t be the last. How old are you anyway?” I asked. “22” he said. He was a little shorter than me and a little on the thin side. “Ok well wait here.” I stated as I walked into the other room. I made sure to shake my hips as I walked, as I knew the boy would be. The game was due to start in an hour or so. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind."Let's play truth or dare," I said triumphantly."Good idea!" Chris said and the other two guys, Pete and Paul, agreed.Chris was a tall, athletic guy and a great gambler as well. After a few rounds it was his turn to play."Truth or dare?" Paul asked."I dare!" Chris said really sure of himself."Well, I dare you to take off your clothes and stand in front of the window showing off your butt to the neighbors," Paul. Then it was the sports pages and I learned to surf, bungee jumped and joined a woman's soccer team. Rick, the editor, joked the Police Department would be unable to cope with the increased workload if he put me on the crime pages. When he moved me to homemaking I suspected the joke might also be an excuse and began looking for a new employer.Every journalist wants to do investigative writing --- the Woodward and Bernstein Syndrome. That was my downfall at the second round interview with Jan and. She begged to be let off, this was for fun of course, the pain was becoming too much, but the schoolmaster informed her that stopping now was impossible. ‘You haven’t experienced the new toys yet.’ ‘I can’t…it’s stinging, I…can’t go on.’ ‘Yes, you can.’ Miss Sade waked over to the desk and retrieved a coach whip. ‘We’ll continue with this one.’ ‘No…no…please.’ The coach whip was awful in its unremitting fury. More accurate than the.