"I looked at her for a moment and whispered. "Me too, but not for kissing you.I'm sorry that I cost you Jason. I'm sorry that you have to put up with ...me. I've done nothing but hurt others." That's not true," Monique said. "You haven't cost me Jason. He will return.And your actions saved me from the Fosters. When I see Jason again, I can offer him my virginity. Or really demand that he take it, as I should have at the prom."I gasped. "You didn't."Monique looked at me. "I didn't what? Want it?. It didn't help that is was low cut showing her deep cleavage and half of her large breasts. Only a blind man would not notice the lack of a bra beneath her dress as two hard bumps protruded from the centers of her breasts and thrust themselves out begging to be suckled."I'm sorry to have to ask your help, Eddie, but I almost fell trying to hang the curtain rods," she smiled as her eyes twinkled. "Come on in and I'll show you what I want done."Quickly I tried to compose myself, close my open. She’s feels this need to tell me all the gossip she heard that day about the people at her office — most of whom, rest assured, live boring and uneventful lives. Can’t she find something worthwhile to discuss with me? World events, maybe? National politics? Sports, perhaps? Hell, we’re both in the financial field — talking about the prime-rate would beat out her going on-and-on about how ‘Sally’s new hair color doesn’t really complement her skin tone’. For god’s sake! I’ve also discovered that. " I couldn't believe she said that. The doctor had used a moment of girl to girl unprofessionalism to size me up and put me in a humiliating light in commenting about my size to the nurse. There was a pause and the nurse gave a slight laugh and said, "Yeah. He isn't exactly hung." I died on the spot. And as I stood there the doctor responded to the nurse, "Not . . . at . . . all." The nurse laughed again. Oh, fuck. It was a total humiliation, and I got out of there and forged the signature. Two.