It did. The sight of my friend in tears finally accomplished what nine long days of psychological torture had failed to do. I lost completely lost it.... Rage swept across me, spreading through my body like a virus, attacking every cell in my body until they were completely corrupted. No longer in control of my body, I watched, powerless as I stepped between my friend and The Bitch. By the time I realized what I was doing, it was already too late.When I snapped out of my rage-induced trance, The. Gorgeous fleshy mounds, soft pale pillows squeezed into an undeserving bra and wrapped in cheap lightweight cotton that seems stretched beyond all that is scientifically reasonable. I ache for her to be braless, to splash my wine across her chest, to have her dark areolae and engorged nipples pressing and revealed beneath sodden, thin fabric, and for her lungs to be so filled that her straining buttons catapult under the pressure and skitter noisily across the floor. Adventure or retreat? . I tiptoed up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder."Bud? Lunchtime. Come and get it." Yeah, yeah. In a minute." He said. He did not even turn around."Come now and you will get served. Wait and you fix your own." I said."OK! In a minute!" He said, still into the game.I grabbed the back of his swivel chair and spun it around as hard as I could. When he was facing me I jumped into his lap with my legs on either side on his. I leaned over so his face was between my breasts and grabbed the back. I gave as good as I got. We went and showered. I got our weather report from Squeaker.Cynthia had me get out our backpacks and our bikes. We rode to Teddy's.I had a macadamia chocolate waffle. Cynthia had a strawberry pecan waffle.We watched the cats hosting. They really helped the restaurant work. You could tell by their tails how happy they were. Tables did not stay empty long. There was a line waiting to eat. Thanks to the cats the line moved fast. Nancy and Jean came out and joined us. Jean.