You know Patty and this guy at work who talks to me. He wants to see the movie Chinatown. We’re just friends. What’s the matter? You’re not jeal...ous, are you? It’s just dinner and a movie with Patty. He's gay. I can go, can’t I?”I pretended to seek his approval but was going with or without it. Confused and unsure, he asked."Who is he?"From past successful lying, I knew to provide true distraction details."I just told you, a guy from work, a nerd. Looks weird, suffers from acne, girls make fun. On each side of each breast chain is attached to the wire. The chains run up from her breasts through a pulley and support a 200kg bag of sand dangling in the air to one side of her. The weight pulls her breasts away from her chest up into the air, and lifts her upper torso up from the table to the limit that the taught ropes attached to her ankles and wrists allow.At the tip of each balloon like breast alligator clamps bite into her fat nipples, turning the skin white were the metal teeth. "I'm Josh. You ever been mudding?" "No..." "I can tell. Most girls don't wear a tank top, skirt and heels to mud in." I felt like a fool. He sped up as we left the driveway and started flying through the yard towards a forest. As we got closer I could tell they had cut a path through the trees and the terrain got very rough and hilly. I was hanging on to the handle as the car shook and bounced me around. Several times I noticed Josh's eyes fixed to my legs or bouncing boobs. The path led to a. Class and arse… luvly-jubly! In fact, I’d been thinking about her more than I should, truth be told. In the end I decided to cycle across town on my mountain bike because it was a bit too far to walk and it would be good because I could keep the bike out of sight once I’d ensconced myself in Melanie’s house. Whereas the Porsche would have attracted attention, nosey neighbours seeing somebody else’s car on the drive..? ‘Ello-ello..? What’s going ‘ere then?’ You never know who’s watching you, eh?.