." Nature will do as nature will do ... some of us were late ... some of us were early." She looked down at her chest... "And some of us wished they'd... have stopped sooner."I didn't understand that at all ... mom had been blessed with beauty, dancers legs, brains and boobs ... I have to admit she was short ... I was catching up in the height department ... but the boobs? Nope. Not even a pimple.Mom had never worried about gravity ... she still looked a fresh eighteen ... boobs to match."Started. In each prison, there are female prison officers specially trained in the art of torture who make the man’s agony last as long as possible, it normally takes around five years for the r****t to die but in exceptional cases (a man convicted of multiple ****s for example) he is tortured for ten years without killing him then he is burned alive in public. Flashers like me are treated more leniently … but not more leniently … it all depends on whether you are a multiple flasher or it’s a single. I opened my eyes and Lana's there holding my hand. No, it's not Lana. Her nose, it's thinner and more freckled; it's Jana. She was kissing me, soft butterfly kisses all over my face. She pulled away and there was Lana and Shana. The window was behind them and they were framed in the light. Angels, the three of them are angels.I had a headache. It's killing me. Mom was holding my hand, looking at me. Sad eyes, I've seen them before, during my childhood. She was saying something but I couldn't. Besides, I like working for you.”Though she liked what I said she shot back, “And where did you pick up that line of BS young man?”I wasn’t sure whether it was a compliment or if she was being critical. From the time I got the job at St. Bart’s, I knew women liked me. At St. Bart’s I worked for and with only women. They oversaw the convent that hired me. And the women who worked at St. Bart’s were not the kind of women most people were accustomed to dealing with. Most would say nuns had no.