Now let me tell you about Michelle. She's beautiful. About five-six and very curvy with these big boobs. I've looked at the labels on her bras and she...'s D-cup. But the thing is, she's slender so, in a bikini, she's really a knock-out because she's so top-heavy. She knows it, too.Michelle has wavy blond hair to her shoulders and these liquidy-looking brown eyes and pink lips that really don't need lipstick. And she wants me to photograph her.She said that she'd looked at Mom's pictures but I. At least she had not lost her sense of humor yet.Ty Deshields from the agency knocked, then walked in and handed me a folder. I had texted him while I was in Washington and he was delivering me the information I had asked for. "The best one is on the top."While I was listening to reports I flipped through the documents, blueprints and pictures.Roseanne's report was on the 30 potential employees for the rapid response team. Twenty five had responded and fifteen of them were landing at BWI Sunday. My husband was a cheater, even before his buddies got him a hooker for his bachelor party. I pretended not to know, because Jim was rich, and I didn't have to work.What's more, Jim didn't WANT me to work, preferring the old established lifestyle that his even richer father enjoyed.But with the assorted mailmen, plumbers, maytag repairmen, cops, and dozens of other potential partners, I never had the urge to cheat on Jim, not even for revenge!We had a baby, right away, and I fought to have him. At home, I answered, whispering without really knowing why. Good, she said. Do you have your toys ready? I looked around, panicked. Yes… I said, pausing. I didnt really have any toys, but I didnt want to disappoint her right away. What are they? she asked. I held my breath, hurriedly going through my apartement on tip toes, looking for anything that would qualify as a toy. Ah, I said, my eyes wandering across my dinner table, sofa, mantlepiece, kitchen counter… B-bananas, I said quickly,.