“Any more bids? $350 twice. Taylor is sold for $350.”Taylor had been bought by David, a handsome, well-dressed young man with long black hair sw...ept behind his ears. But as soon as he helped her down from the stage, two guys who hadn’t even bid on Taylor grabbed her. One put her in quick full nelson, and the other began slapping her tits, so her breasts bounced back and forth.“Hey guys,” David said. “Hands off. You want a girl, make a bid.” The guy who had been slapping Taylor’s tits. But then nobody told me to arrive two hours before the flight, either. I never followed what airlines told me; only idiots did. Well, bitches too.When we boarded the plane I found out we would occupy the two seats on the twin-seat side of this MD-80. There were more passengers on board than I expected; there was probably another convention or tradeshow in New York."Do you want the aisle seat or the window seat?" I asked Jennifer.She was still glaring at me. "Aisle." Okay." I tossed my bag into. Dawn Blake is a model. Dorothy Blake is a NASCAR driver. Delilah Blake is an officer in the Marine Corps. And Daisy Blake is a doctor.We created cyborg versions of all six of them -- and let me tell you, the night I gathered them all together to thank and "welcome" them in person was an amazing night ... four gorgeous red-headed 'sisters' with their equally beautiful 'mother' ... it was exhaustingly awesome -- but we had to make changes.For example, given the tiny number of female race car. The driver walked down to us and said he had to go and phone for some help - would we be OK sitting in the bus, as we were in the middle of nowhere. I looked over to this beautiful stranger, smiled and said "Sure".As the driver closed the door, and began walking away from the bus, I looked over at her. She was smiling, and her eyes were sparkling as she stretched out in her seat. I could see her breasts pushing against the material of her blouse. Were her nipples erect? It looked like that to.