The four girls were all displaying the goods and trying to get looked at, and they were, well, interesting. And poor Tiff on the far end, in her sport...s bra, almost flat, but with the fantastic muscle tone and the constantly-hard mega-nipples that poked through anything. God, I was annoyed at material me!What did Charlie and Tiff see in me? I wasn’t anything to look at. If there was a row of boys lined up in body order, I’d be right down the Tiff end, but without any of the muscle and private. In frankness it was far better than Travis had been expecting. He wasn't really a joke, at least not a big one, but he didn't look so good as to bruise his masculine pride either.Travis walked into the kitchen and was greeted by a tremendous smell. The table was laid out for two and with candles burning. A meal sat in the middle of it, it looked like roast chicken with all the trimmings, and it smelled phenomenal. It must have been delivered because he had been with Donna all day; she couldn't. When she heard my knock, she bade me come in. I opened the door slightly and she was sitting up in bed with a book in her hand. I crossed the room and sat on the side of her bed and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. “Good evening Nan, lovely to see you again.” “Greg honey, I’m so glad you have arrived safely. How long are you going to stay, sweetie?" “I should be here a couple of weeks I think, Mom is going to join us at the end of my stay and we will drive together.” “That sounds good. What’s on.”“How do you not get real fat eating like that?”“I work out or run every day.”“Really?”“Really. I was a distance runner in college but got away from it when I started to show signs of an eating disorder. At one point I was down to 98 pounds.”“Wow, what are you now, if you don’t mind me asking?”“I was 136 last time I looked.”“136! My God, you must have looked like a skeleton at 98, because at 136 you look pretty slim.”“Thank you, Mick. Stan never seemed to notice. Anyway, back to the.