‘We’ve been over this,’ he said, in a sombre tone. ‘It’s a bad idea.’ ‘Why?’ she said, a desperate earnestness in her tone. ‘You are...the perfect guy for me.’ ‘I know you mean it,’ he said, stroking her hairline, ‘and I know that you want to with all your heart. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. It wouldn’t work.’ ‘Why not?’ she screamed indignantly. The nurse poked her head in to see if everything was all right. ‘You know what would happen. We would be together. I would be too boring. Coupled with her startling gray eyes, she had an exotic look so arresting men had been known to turn to watch her walk by. Several of my friends had hinted that they thought she was very pretty, but they were careful not to go too far. I had been using free weights from age 12, resulting in a body that at 6'3" weighed 280 pounds and I was fast. My reflexes were so quick, the athletic coaches all called me the rabbit. I lettered in football, baseball, basketball, wrestling (all-state heavyweight. She watched for the middle aged guy to board as they were the most fun. He got on the bus and saw her sitting there with here nipples poking thru the sweater material. She looked at him and smiled so he sat beside her. She scooted close to him and rubbed his leg. She then took his hand and placed it under her sweater over her left tit. He wasted no time rubbing and pinching and pulling the nipple on that big tit of hers. He then switched to the other tit and gave it the same rough treatment.No. "Mmmm, you are too," Suzanne murmured, stepping back and pulling Jack's coat open to reveal his tuxedo and eyeing him appreciatively. "For me?" she asked, tilting her head toward the florist box.Jack had forgotten he was holding it, so taken was he with the sight and sound and scent of Suzanne."You bet." He grinned.Taking the box and opening it, she reached inside and carefully extracted the delicate bloom, holding it by the stem. She stepped over to the mirror in the entryway and held it up to.