I danced some more then decided that I had to go and get some more relief. This time I didn’t have any problems with bitchy women, but as I was chec...king myself in the mirror afterwards one young woman told me that I was very brave and that she wished that she could get away with wearing a dress like that.As I thanked her and explained that it was a wardrobe malfunction, I looked at her in the mirror and thought,“Bloody hell, I don’t think that many men would like to see your rolls of fat. "That bra you're wearing is obviously a goodfit. It shapes you nicely." She examined my bust more closely. It wasprotruding gracefully, noticeably, in my neatly fitted dress. Shegestured at my two boobs and the small amount of curved flesh visibleabove the dress's neckline, my modest cleft. "Are those girls all you?"I nodded and said "Yes" with a certain modest pride. I'd carefullybuilt up my pectoral muscles over the years, then deliberately allowedthem to go slack. For years. Maybe. He was able, with a great struggle, to keep a straight face as Julie explained that unfortunately the two would have to share a double room.Even when Julie made a great play of telephoning Belle, Randy’s wife, to plead with her to forgive her and to swear that Randy had nothing to do with the foul-up. She promised that she would not give Randy any opportunity to behave in any way other than in accordance with his wedding vows. Quite what Julie said to Belle during the moments that she whispered. Inside everyone was smoking andthe music was real loud. I looked for the girls but I guess I was early.I ordered a rum and coke and sat at the bar waiting for them. I reallydidn't want to be here and just sat there drinking away.I felt a hand on my shoulders and turned around quick to come face toface with my boss. I froze in place as he said, "My, my little lady,what's a cute girl like you doing in a place like this?" I could tell hehad already had a few too many and was buzzed. I looked down.