"Mister Lundsford, I must say I'm glad to finally meet up with you. You've been kind of a mythic presence in our marriage up till now. But, meeting yo...u has cleared some things up for me," he said. "You are a serious guy aren't you?" "I’m not sure I get . . . ?" I said. "Intelligent, focused, I can read those from just the little I've seen in these last minutes. Amanda, well Amanda, has told me about your differences; I mean from before. Nobody could write a novel like that. Well maybe. I didn’t know that then though the lady behind the counter probably did. Still she had a smile for me and listened to me try and describe what I had heard. My lack of attention didn’t help her but she at last got what I was trying to describe. She played something for me. It sounded close. Then with a grin she pulled a green Rubbermaid from under a table. The old paperboard sleeves covering the vinyl records she pulled out had a dusty look to them. She opened the top of an old player that I had. .One birthday I persuaded her to have both sets of flaps pierced and have 12.5 mm two part rings (which are attached to each other through her flaps, these are similar to the tie down eyes fitted around the edge of a truck tarpaulin) inserted, 1 ring in each flap making 4 in total and the weights were increased to 16 ozs by then and were hung from those hooks which then went through the rings and as I always padlocked the rings, eyelets and weights to each other she could not remove them. Why don’t I come pick you up and you let me see those big tits of yours in the flesh?”“You certainly are direct, Mr. Jerry.”“What do you say?” “Well, I’d like to say yes but on one condition.” “Name it, sweet-tits.” “I want Mr. Henry to be there, too.” “No problem, Babe. You want us both at the same time?” “Definitely.”—Mr. Jerry picked me up thirty minutes later. As soon as we took off, his hand reached over and plunged into my t-shirt. I just closed my eyes as his hands groped. I had expected.