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'TIT FOR TAT'

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TIT FOR TAT

"No, how about 36, 25, 34?"

"No, no. I got a feeling. 38, 24 and we'll use your 34." "OK," I said. It couldn't happen anyway. We'd wasted so much money on this thing so far, what did it matter. "Go for it," I added.

It all seemed like a dream.

The satin nightgown clung to her body as she slept. I couldn't believe this beautiful woman was my wife. Beautiful was an understatement; magnificent, alluring, gorgeous and breath taking all came closer but still. . .lacked something. All my dreams passed before my eyes: the house with the white picket fence, my stunning wife meeting me at the door with dinner waiting. ME...the envy of all my buddies. Yes, husband and wife, we would be the ideal couple! But she had different ideas.

"Jerry, you have a date with Tana?" my buddy Victor Lorenzo asked. "How'd you ever do that??"

I puffed up and lied a little, "I just walked up and asked her." The truth was a little different. Tana asked me! To be honest, her beauty scared me a little. Actually a lot. Tana was a beauty queen (Miss Mainville), cheerleader, dated men on the football team, and frankly made me feel very insecure. She was known as an assertive woman, her tumbling long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and her model slender body made me lose my thoughts around her. I was trying so hard that most of the time I lost my thoughts and sounded stupid.

Oh, it wasn't only me, all the guys wished they had the nerve to ask her out. I knew I didn't have a chance; heck she was as tall as me, five foot, eight.

Then it happened. During our last month in college, she caught me staring at her thrusting breasts under a tight, short spring dress. After class she walked up to me and said, "What were you looking at?"