He just knew I wasn't mad at him and something must be really wrong and he wanted to help. Well, I did the girl thing and just started crying. I told ...im that unless he was God and could give me a new set of tits there was nothing he could do. He just grabbed me up in a big hug and asked me to tell him about it. So I cried into his neck and told him all about my ugly tits and the broken pump and what it was for and how I wished I were dead. That last confession just made Joey squeeze me tighter. Freak. Weirdo. Whatever word works for younowadays. I'm skinny. I'm the smallest in my class. Most the girls aretaller and bigger and even stronger. Yes, I get picked on. But theyusually tire of it and for the most part just leave me alone. Every nowand then they get a laugh in by pantsing me and admiring (as they call it)my little bits, but it is nothing ever really serious or terrible. Mostlyjust comments about my size and being just like a little boy. I am fourfeet, nine inches. Can I take your coat for you?”I quickly remove my jacket, trying desperately not to focus on her use of Lauren’s last name like that. I can’t be turned on before I even get to the table. I need to keep my focus so I can get some answers from her.I see Lauren before she sees me. Tucked into a corner table, she looks so much different than this afternoon when I saw her at work, but equally as sexy. She’s retired her jeans for a deep green silk top, and what seems to be some high waisted black. Once you stop the car, you make sure everything is in order. Your seatbelt is on, you have your wallet with your driver's license inside, and you know your car registration is in the glove compartment. You're pretty sure you weren't speeding, or driving irradically. So why did this officer decide to pull you over?The enforcer of the law walks up to your car door, and you roll down the window. As the officer hunches over to look at you, you notice that this officer was female. She sported.