.”“Your usual? Veggie breakfast and coffee?”He pulled himself together. “Yes please. When did you get married?”“Oh, just a couple of weeks...ago.” She handed him a number stick and turned away with the ticket for his order. Maybe ten minutes passed as the girl polished windows and wiped tables, then she was delivering his breakfast, and coffee with it, as he preferred. As he finished, the café still empty apart from himself, she came and sat in the chair opposite him. “You’re not mad, you. "That's it!" exclaimed Chuck.They clapped each other on the back, taking notes of the reason for theproblem. But it felt like they thought they had just come to theconclusion on their own. Like I hadn't just told them exactly what wasgoing on. I sat, dumbfounded. Chuck looked up at me."It's cool, Steph. We've got this! It'll be sorted in no time now!"I looked at him sideways. "I literally just told you the problem." You sparked the flame that got us there, alright. Great work,Stephanie," Martin. She would only refer to herself as her new name Titties.She was the first of many of the Perv’s targets. Celebrities, models, cheerleaders, porn-stars, sideline sports reporters, even the occasional average every-day women. The list was approaching 25 Bimbofied women. All by the Perv’s touch, and no way to reverse the mental changes with the loss of Dr. Nyssa Rochkin.“Terrible isn’t it?” Said the deli worker as she sliced ham for Jessica’s Super Bowl party.“Oh absolutely... just devastating to. Aah aah karo jor se dabao mere nipple ko danish jor se dabao mai usske bra ke andar apna ak hath daal ke usske boobs ko jor se masalneLaga suruti ne apna ak hath mere pant ke zip pe le gaye or mere lund ko bahar nikalne ki kosis karne lage .jus usse nahi hua to ussne muhe apna jeans kholne ko bola .mai apni jeans kholne laga tub tak suruti ne v apneSaare kapre uthar diye wo puri tarah nangi mere samne baithe the .jub mai ne apna lund nikala to bhooki kutte ki tarah usse pakar ke apne muh mai.