She hefted them and thenreleased them. Both flopped down against her chest, like those of awoman her mother's age.She pushed the closet door closed an...d studied them in the reflectivesurface of it, and then she noticed that a small flabby pouch seemed tobe collected behind her once flat stomach. "What is happening to me?"Constance gasped with uncertain fear.She quickly threw open the doors once again and pulled the clothing sheneeded, trying to avoid seeing how her beauty seemed to be. "Van Horn's head snapped around and he looked at Detective Barron. "Is that true?" We don't know for sure. Apparently Pug and Bean told Mr. Blanchard that Big Tony paid off a couple of officers to make sure that Mr. Blanchard never goes to trial for shooting his wife," Detective Barron said."Well that changes things," Van Horn said. Big Tony probably already knows that I'm here. Kind of makes this a wasted trip."A part of me was angry that Van Horn didn't seem to care that Big Tony had come to. Let this serve as a lesson. You need to have the mental maturity as well as the psychical skill to move up into the higher belts.”Then he looked at Tim and said “I hope you learned a lesson tonight. If you have then, come back. If you havenʼt find a new studio, I donʼt teach bullies.”John stood in front of the mirror and saw the night as if it was happening again right in front of him. Just then a horn blared outside and shook him out of his revelry.Johns eyes refocused on his image. He smiled. An obese middle aged woman wearing what appeared to be a wig, Doris Day blonde, sat on a stool behind the counters smoking a cigarette and talking on the phone. Haphazardly displayed behind the glass was a small collection of dildos. Two self-standing condom displays were close by. Plastic sex toys in blister packaging and zip-lock bags lined one wall. A couple of low cabinets held DVDs for sale on one side and rentals on the other. The rest of the place had given way to private viewing booths.