He almost phoned up to cancel, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to do it. He arrived at the beauty parlour at ten-twenty, out of breath and flust...red, in the gold and purple outfit under his old green anorak.Roxanne, the beautician, couldn't have been nicer. She calmed him down and admired his nail varnish, and showed him a couple of tips on how to do it without getting it all streaky or smudged. Then she took him through to a back room and made him lie down on a long table. It was all. An odd trio, the three have been friends since grade school. Will being the heart of the group, always keeping the friendships strong. Marcus the dynamo, involved in every sport and school activity, popular and charming, this group of three still first and foremost despite all that. Allison a wallflower, creative and tough, Will and Marcus have been her lifeline many times, and she is always there for them whenever they need anything. The three of them have always been like the Musketeers, all. I told him once the pumping started I liked that much better. It had felt great to get some relief from the fullness in my breasts. He smiled at that. He said that even though it was very early the tests on my milk were better then any other they had seen. Of course more would have to be tested over time to make sure, but the preliminary texture and taste was exactly what the end user was looking for. The only question really now was if I could produce the volume required. I was still. "I'm taunting the wretched girl and I'm getting off on that just as much as what Rob's doing to me."Look at him, Cyn. Totally yummy, isn't he?"Cynthia, still crying, nods."And he's all mine. Aren't I the lucky girl, Cyn? Bet you wish you were me right now, don't you? Bet you wish we could trade places."Not even a nod this time. Poor Cynthia.I'm far from finished. The next bit is going to be hilarious. Both me and Rob laughed like crazy people when I told him the previous night what was going to.