Ithad a valve from which the tube had been detached, so it was inflatable, andaccording to what I could see it seemed to be inflated to (about) a 2 in...chesdiameter (and I dared what length!). Now her sandalswere off and on the x-ray belt, and as they disappeared inside, I was impressedby the narrowness of their soles: they measured no more than half an inch! Theywere obviously custom-made, as her dress: she, or her master, had for sure alot of money. Walking gingerlyjust on her toes, she passed. Both were brunettes and rather plain looking, not ugly by any means, but just plain. On the other hand, they had nice figures and neither had trouble finding a female partner for the night. There were quite a few French women in Saigon. Most had come for the money, some for the girls who were plentiful and friendly. Marlene and Louise had found each other and were part of a surprisingly large contingent of lesbians, either French or local, who were very active. The men looked the other way. Looking at the representatives it was obvious they worked for a gym, there were three of the two men and a woman. Both men wore suits but both looked as if they would be more comfortable in gym shorts and a singlet, or was that just my mind hoping? The woman wore a power suit but it did not hide the fact she was easily as fit as both men.Introductory handshakes gave me a better chance to have a squiz at their beautiful physiques. The woman, obviously the leader of their group, was called Marie. We were always each others' bestfriend enjoying much of the same past times: hiking, biking, movies,computers, house renovating, each other, even some mild sexual kinks.Some would say we were the perfect couple, always laughing with andloving on each other. But there is always something in every couplethat seems to not quite fit, keeping anyone just shy of perfect; that'sjust life.We had two obvious such somethings. One minor; one not so. The firstwas my incessant desire (possibly even need) to.