" Fancy that," I said, having no faith whatsoever in his literary taste. But what the hell, we were actually having a conversation, right? I was getti...ng downright mellow. "Why don't you print me up one, then? I wouldn't mind taking a look." He said, OK, he would, and shut up. I went back to hairy old Scotland in the 1440s and forgot all about it.The next day he handed me this printout, maybe fifteen pages altogether. I read it that night. It's about this clunky babe with good legs getting laid. It’ll be very pleasant to watch your breasts move as you walk anyway.Mrs. Waxerman was pleased Doctor Hooker wasn’t going to insist on her wearing her bra, yet felt very self conscious about donning the blouse, braless. When Doctor Hooker offered to hold her cardigan, citing the warm temperature outside, Mrs. Waxerman knew it wasn’t just an offer but an instruction. She handed him her cardigan. Without the bra in place, the general size of her breasts was much more obvious, although their sag. I went to say something but the words were cut off by the stinging slap across my face before she stood up looking expectant. After a moment's hesitation, I began to shuffle and sort my self out so I was face down into the sofa, my knees on the carpeted floor and my arse open and exposed. She didn't say anything, merely spread my legs a little with gentle strokes on the insides of my thighs and it's hard to know if my breath was catching due to fear or desire. There was a pair of quick, sharp,. People wouldcross the street simply to avoid him in the event he was...in one of hismoods? I saw him once go after a teacher in my school. Two cops werethere simply watching and making sure he didn't go too far. Otherwise hewas...'protected'? It was that time when I saw him first. He justhappened to glance at me as I peeked out from behind the corner in thehall, and I was struck to the very depths of my heart and my soul.Our eyes locked but for only a moment or two, but something.