I announce to Caltech Girl.

"Cool," she tells me. "A couple of the Western States girl bloggers will be arranging a road trip out there to see both of 'em later on in the year."

"Count me in," I remark, "as long as I can raise the scratch. And I usually can, in a pinch."

So last night Right Girl asks to see my tits.

"What is this?" I ask. "A goddamn biker convention?"

"No, it's just that I haven't seen them in two years."

"They are the same," I explain. "Except that they may be back down to 'D' cups, now that I'm less chunky than I was back then."

"Aw," she wheedles. "Just a peek."

I pull my black tank top to reveal my lacy purple bra.

"Those are my girls!" she smiles happily.

I pull my blouse back down. "Funny. I thought they were mine."

"By the way," she informs me, "now you have an idea what I had to do to see the Donovan gun vault. His wife and I."

"Well, it might be worth it." I'm pondering the situation. "After all, that military memorobilia he has is real. And I hear that it's spectacular."

Did we get pictures last night? Well, I don't rightly recall. The PayPal button is on your left.

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