He had never lacked for attention from the ladies, due as much to his personality as from his good looks. He could make the ladies laugh, an important...trait in the arsenal of a Don Giovanni, a Don Juan. He was well muscled and had been a promising baseball player like a fellow Italian whom he had idolized. Joe DiMaggio was a man, one to be admired. He not only was a great athlete, but had been husband to one of the great sex symbols of his time, the ill-fated Marilyn Monroe. His body was lean,. “Ew, gwoss,” Becky said. “I don’t want a boyfriend.”“Every girl needs a boyfriend,” Tony stammered.“Not every girl,” Becky said with a giggle as she looked at Rosita and I.A few minutes later, LaToya, Rosita and I were sitting around the table in the girls’ administrative office. I had told them about Becky’s violent triumph in the Rumble, and what she did to Johnny Jennings, but I neglected to tell them about her nightly training sessions or why I was wearing my red dress earlier in the day.. "Oh goshee, Mumsie dearest, yeth... your thilly thithy boythie forgotabout how girlie he can be when hith Mumthie playth with hith peenie-weenie. I am tho thowwy!" And to whom does this sissy lickel peenie-weenie belong, may I ask?" Oh Mumthie, I want my lickel popthie-wopthie to belong to you, pwettypleathe." Yes," she announced with a growl of ownership, "it does belong to me,"and she released his member from one hand so that she could submerge hersponge into the soapy water, squeeze it. His sister had given it to him for his birthday several yearsearlier but he never wore it. He returned and handed it to her saying,"Here, you can wear this. It's about all I have that will sort of fit youbut it will make things less... distracting."She stood, took the robe and put it on. It went past her knees and almostwrapped around her slim figure twice but when she tied the belt aroundher slim waist it was held securely in place and provided the cover thatJoe needed to maintain his.