Barbed wire cuts into the jaw revealing thick pink crevasses, and white teeth. He watches her lying there. Skin is muted pale under a pink dress. Thic... lines of jagged wire stick out where ribs should be. Blood pools out around thick legs. How beautiful, he thinks looking down at her. He is the painter and she is his easel. Standing over the cask of what was once a college girl the man begins to wipe blood from his trousers. This is the last moments of her life. This young woman, who hasn’t. When the other girls at high school had been stuffing socks and tissues in their bras to make their titties appear bigger, Karen's had already grown to be bigger and rounder and fuller than the tits of most full-grown women.And her tits didn't really stop growing until she was eighteen years old. By that time she was wearing a size-forty bra with a D cup. Men stared at her as she walked down the street, even though she always tried to wear clothes that would hide the hugeness of her tits. She. "Care to contemplate one more?" Okay," he said.She looked away briefly, but then back into his eyes."I don't want you to think I'm kinky, or perverted, but remember when I said I wished I could be with you back before they ran away?"He nodded."I still loved Brad then," she said. She blinked. "I wanted both of you. I think it had to do with my brothers. Or maybe I really am kinky and perverted. The point is I can understand how a man can love two women at the same time, because I wanted to be. Things slowed a bit, and for a long moment, it seemed like Jake and Tammy Miller would take the prize for fifty-five.That wouldn't be so bad. Katherine had a brief fling with Jake Miller the previous year, and wouldn't mind renewing the acquaintance. Even the prospect of sharing the bedroom with the slightly overweight Tammy Miller didn't bother Katherine too much."Sixty thousand, " called a female from near the back. At first Katherine didn't recognize the voice."We have sixty thousand from.