They're 44DD. Because of the girls, most guys don't even notice my baby blue eyes! And yes, I'm five foot two, just like in that silly old song!I took... a deep breath, noting how his eyes remained locked on my chest. "Are you sure that price is firm?" I asked in my best dumb blond voice.There was a catch in his voice when he answered. "I don't know about the price, but something sure is firm!"It was terrible of me, but I was desperate! Was this a way I could chip a bit off of his asking price? I. Like nearly all aspiring musicians, I have to hold down a real job to support myself and like a large percentage of them, I choose to wait tables because the tips are good even if the salary sucks. Besides, there are hundreds of places that are always in need of a good waiter. I work hard a being a good waiter because that means I'm never unemployed. My boss is very good about arranging my work schedule to accommodate my musical needs and I love her dearly for it. She flirts with me pretty. "Can I cash in my rain check now?" she asked him."Sure. I was going to try to catch you at your bus before you got on," he told her. Allen quickly ran to the other side to open the passenger door, and then closed it as she settled into the seat. Driving out of the parking lot, he asked for directions to her house, and after she had given them, he proceeded to drive her home. When they reached her house, Allen quickly got out and ran around the car to open her door. Taking her hand, he walked. But, it was the filling out of bodies that had been the key factor, namely, Gary now sported a nicely grown eight incher, which proudly made itself known to the world every morning like the alien poking out of an astronaut’s belly. Betty had grown a nice set of thirty sixes in a ‘D’ cup size, coupled with a thirty-four inch hip and a twenty two inch waist. Gary, or more importantly, Todger, his pet name for his pride and constant joy, stood no chance, love or lust or both, hit the neural.