.. what’s your name?” Hirsch asked a very demure, flat-chested girl in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, “Do you have a CAP card?”“Yes ... I’m ...Chloe Babbitt. I really don’t have to go back to Mom and Dad? I can stay here with you guys and all I have to do is the sex stuff and make babies? I can get tits, too? I can wear makeup, too?” the strange girl asked Hirsch.“Of course. As my concubine, if I promise to let you have tits, I have to keep my word. It’s binding as with a free agent even after you. “I don't think I've ever seen so many different sizes, colors, and shapes. At least, not in the store I was in.” Jeanne started walking down the first aisle. “How the hell am I supposed to choose?”I was trying to be helpful, honest I was. I picked up the first package I saw. It was an eighteen inch black dildo. “Honey?”Jeanne turned bright red, but started to giggle. Thank God she has the same sense of humor I do. I put it back, and went to hug her. She raised her head to kiss me, and. ”“I have a better idea. Give me your phone.” Mrs. Oliver grabbed her phone off the coffee table and handed it to Jill. “Lay on your back on the couch, pull your legs up, and smile for the camera.”“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Mrs. Oliver said hesitantly as she laid on the couch.“Don’t you want your husband throbbing with anticipation when he walks in the house?”“Good point,” she answered more confidently, wrapping her elbows behind her knees and lifting up both her legs, exposing both her. Luckily, her nipples were smaller than mine, so it wasn't as obvious.We tried to tiptoe up the stairs as fast as we could. Looking back at Nathalie and my sister, I could see they were laughing with us. And some people around us were also looking very happy when they saw us going up the stairs.When we were finally inside, it was a little better, the floor was still cold, but the air was much warmer. When we were all together again, we went to the cash register for our tickets.Illiana and I were.