From Cruise to Nowhere...
Needless to say, Estelle could hardly wait for me to awaken in the morning, eager to accept John's generous invitation. She had to be one delusionary broad if she thought this was going any further. I knew it was my company that interested him and she was just along for the ride, although I did remember Estelle mentioning she knew him previously, but I couldn't remember the details.
"Estelle," I sat at the coffee table with a borrowed robe wrapped around my obvious curves, sipping my morning coffee.
"You may have forgotten but beneath this exterior lurks a full-blooded American male."
Glancing down at the mounds so brazenly protruding through my robe, I realized my appearance was offering a convincing argument for the opposing point of view. Somewhere along the way I'd actually gotten used to them hanging there.
"You could have fooled me," she challenged. "The way you danced with John last night. You seemed attached at the hip. And how about the three hours you spent alone after I left never once letting on to your true male identity. Certainly you had ample opportunity if you had been so inclined. Seems to me your new image isn't really disagreeable."