He would flaunt his cars, his money, his contacts at school, and the girls he took out. There were always young ladies that would date him because of ...his car and his money. These girls were practicing living as the idle rich. Henry never failed to bring his latest hottie around to show off for us of the lower class. We didn’t hold it against Henry that he had a lot of money, or cars, or beautiful coeds, more power to him. What we held against him was the fact that he looked down on anyone not. With a touch of resignation she fumbled through the file cabinet for the next appointment sheet. She blinked in astonishment when she found it. Normally they were covered with notes, the brides measurements and a host of inspirations. This one was almost entirely blank, save for a small, handwritten note. "The clients request extreme discretion." /What on earth could that mean?/ Catherine thought to herself. She turned to ask someone, but as it was quite late most of the other consultants had. "Blakie's got big tits," he chanted for my name is J Blake."Shut up," I snapped, then I looked round to see if anybody had heard him."I think we're getting to her guys," he laughed and his two mates laughed with him.Of course this wasn't a one off thing, for over the next few months as my bust grew he would taunt me more and more. It was bad enough having my body change so rapidly and then having some stupid boy making fun of me as well."Shut up, shut up," I yelled, as Roger was being more than. I tried to avert my eyes.Frank laughed at my shyness. "Don't tell me you've never seen a dick before! Didn't you ever play sports or go to a gym and take a shower?" He prodded me to accept my cocktail. "Hell, I bet you've even stolen a peek or two at some of the 'healthier' ones." He laughed again. "We all have, so don't bother denying it. Look, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable but this is how I am at home. I don't wear clothes. I didn't think I needed to warn you." He casually.