And hitting little kids sure as hell is going to get your ass kicked around here."The guy just about ran out of the funeral parlor to keep uncle Rick ...from killing him. I stood there with blood running down my chin from a split lip. Mom came over and gave me a real tight hug as she wiped the blood away from my face. She told me how I was a 'real' man standing up against ass holes like that. I felt about ten feet tall right then. A 'real' man. I guess now that Dad was gone, I was the man of the. I lightly kissed her breast flesh, which was so expansive it was actually covering my face and upper torso as well. Her thighs grinded on either side of my hips, her smooth, fat skin begging to be rubbed. I didn’t really know what to do. Her boyfriend was right there, though he appeared to be completely comatose at this point. “I love how tiny you are. I could suffocate you right now with my breasts, and there’s nothing you could do about it.” She pushed me further in. It was indeed getting. As I turned around in front of the mirror I was thinking, "You knowDanni, you really have a nice ass."I realized that the weight that I had gained in my buttocks and upperthighs had given me a really nice, rounded figure. I reached back andstroked one of my cheeks, running my fingers up and down its softsmoothness, and then bounced up and down a little on my toes and watchedmy cheeks jiggle. So I figured: "What the hell, if you've got it, flauntit!"So the next morning when I got up and went. All Mary could say was yes, sir and no sir. Once she said ‘but’ and was cut off by an even louder voice. At the end of the conversation, Mary asked Paul for the crime report and tore it up. She told Paul that there had been a mistake, and no report would be filed.But the damage had been done. Mary disappeared from the media world. At last report, she had retired to a small border town in Arizona. She was living with her three cats on a pension. She was a local celebrity for her cactus.