” She smiled and shook her head. Then with a mock dramatic sigh, she said, “If you insist…” She crossed her arms and reached down to the botto...m of her top and slowly pulled it up. She paused right at her breasts, showing some “under-boob” and her toned but just slightly bulged belly. Damn, not only where the sweatshorts short, but they sat really low on her hips. She’d only have to pull them down slightly to expose her bush.She pulled the shirt tight under her boobs and lifted, which lifted. "Wow Randy. That's pretty big." Hey, I want to ask you a question too," I said. She was still squatting in front of me staring at my dick."Uh ... yeah, what is it?" Well it's just my friend," I said, "He told me that you have the biggest ... well ... you know's that he has ever seen." She finally stood up, smiling up at me."Is that right?" she asked, amused."That's right." I said."Well there's only one way to find out." She jutted her tits out in front of me and they beckoned for some. “Would it be all right if I ordered for everybody?” She said.“Fine with me,” said Harriet, “you know what I like.” It was clear that Harriet had been here before with her best friend., probably with Owen in attendance as well.“Sure,” I said.We’d barely looked at the menus. I did notice that none of the choices had prices with them. That had to mean that if you had to ask you shouldn’t have been in the place.The waiter arrived and she ordered. It would be some kind of prime rib ensemble. At. For about thirty seconds. It would take a woman made of sterner stuff than me to agree to being raped, addicted, prostituted, possibly tortured, and ultimately killed. So I decided to become a social activist and I started at our annual holiday party. We held it at the Normandy Hotel this year. My Loring Neighborhood sales office was being slowly dismantled. My staff was being absorbed by Jim or by The Mill. Personally, I wanted to keep Renata by my side, but she had recently fallen in love and.