I lost track of Karen until I saw her at the auction, bidding on an item. She was standing by the wall on the other side of the room. She didn't bid a...gain. She was too busy fending off some guy who had her pinned against the wall. His chest was almost touching her breasts and his mouth was very near her lips. At one point he leaned over to whisper in her ear. I waved to get her attention but she didn't look my way.I watched them. Karen was looking up at the man demurely, a shy smile on her. This dress made me stand out. I remember he had laughed briefly and then paused for a moment to think about what I said. He was always great about that — actually considering why the words that came out of my mouth actually came out of my mouth. His eyes had sparkled for a moment, but then he just walked away and paid for the dress. ‘You are stunning. Girls like you are a danger to all of those gay subs out there who desperately need me on their team.’ I rolled my eyes at him. ‘I’ll only allow. My family seems to think that I am doing this for all the wrong reasons and they don't want me to get hurt or whatever other thing they could come up with. So, would you help me?" Help... you with what exactly?" Make changes that would make me more appealing to a man" Are you serious?" Very." Why, me?" I don't know I just decided that I would ask you, you don't have to help me if you don't want to. I just figured you would know what a guy looks for, any type of guy and could help me to make. Never married as far we knew, no boyfriend, no girlfriend either -- we did speculate -- so there was a story she hadn't shared.She always dressed conservatively, but she couldn't hide all her charms. Maybe not an hourglass figure, but pretty damn good for thirty-two. Nice rack, probably a C cup, with a butt two clicks short of bubble. Definitely a Betty.Now, a crew of guys working together is going to have some crudity. We weren't being dogs, but nothing was off the table. Of course we started.