Do you know what you want to be?”“I want to go to the Naval Academy. My other grandpa and a bunch of my dad’s friends are in the Navy. Well, gra...ndpa was in World War II.”“Are you sure? You’re very young to have a grandpa who was in World War II. My grandpa was.”“Grandpa A didn’t get married until he was forty-four.”“Oh, wow! That’s old to get married! How long are you staying in England?”“Three weeks.”The stewardess interrupted us to serve our lunch. We chatted a bit more while we ate, and then. Throughout the night Steve was hitting on me hardcore. I loved the attention that he was giving me. I went to bed that night with a smile on my face.The next day was the end of our three day weekend. The 4 of us hung out by the beach and just relaxed. As the day grew closer to an end, I realized that I was starting to feel sad. I had a heavy sinking feeling in my gut. I did not want to go back to school and back to Mike. Most of all, I did not want to leave Steve. The final night there I. You're a lying, backstabbing cunt! You want to know your lies? Any time you told me you loved me."The third bad news is for Veronica. Ronnie? Since this is obviously something that you go along with, add yourself to the list of people I don't want to know or see again. No offense, but I hate being lied to by my closest friends."Ok, that's about it. Resume fucking or whatever you guys had planned for the rest of the day."Good luck getting emergency road service up here on a Friday night."= = = =. Swiveling her shoulders, she shook her heavy bags of flesh violently and Henry had to admit that seeing the sheer weight of them bound and pitch on her chest was almost scary. June was a woman whose titanic tittie sacks seemed to make up about a third of her body weight. Henry was betting that his grandmother's boobies weighed fifty fucking pounds. Yet they had barely sagged at all on this 60-year-old pre-geriatric goddess of tittiedom. When he had handled her watermelons earlier, they had been.