The girls were worse than the boys and the boys were awful.’ I asked: ‘Have you considered breast reduction surgery?’ She answered: ‘I’ve t...ought about it. The funny part is that they are so much of me that I’m afraid shrinking them would shrink me away. I feel lost with them but I’m afraid that I would be even more lost without them. Am I making any sense?’ I replied: ‘Yes you are.’ She said: ‘I would like to have a guy in my life who is interested in the real me instead of my boobs but how. “What are you trying to tell me?” she asked.I replied, “I mean your body, silly. Don’t you know you’ve got a killer body, a pretty face, gorgeous large eyes and above all a gracious manner?”She said , “Thanks for the compliment!” I moved closer to her and placed my hand over her I slid my hands down her back and rested it gently on the swell of her waist. She gave no indication that she objected, I dipped his face down and placed a moist kiss on her cheeks she gasped, and then she started. “So! New and shiny won’t equal old and worn out, eh?”“You don’t understand,” he growled. “I was used to the old one. I knew all of its quirks. Now, this new thing. I’ve got to learn it all over again.” But when she wasn’t looking, he grinned. He did like the new and shiny, after all.Mike Peterson returned to his cabin in its secluded corner on the Brightman ranch. It was undisturbed. Although he’d miss staying with Father Ambrose and Sister Agatha with their far-ranging late-night. It was great to see her again, but even that couldn’t cure the depression I carried, regarding my life’s circumstances.Once we had got back home, I found that I obviously couldn’t hide that very well either. “Something wrong,?” Reena asked me after we had brought all of her luggage inside. “Oh, just the usual,” I told her as I slumped on the sofa, and she knew what I meant. “Give me a minute. I”ll be right back.” Reena grabbed one of her suitcases and headed straight for her washroom. She was.