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Her powder blue eyes, her breasts!!! My God, she was totally naked and totally insanely beautiful. This petite body bracketed in translucent red hair, top and bottom, held aloft two huge breasts, with nipples like torpedoes coming straight at me. As my ship of decorum was sinking. 'Eighteen.' It was just a fleeting moment. An immeasurably small but yet unmistakably obvious moment that I turned to document that simple number, then did the double take. Oh damn! My first question to my first patient! I did a neck ripping double take!" The table was loving this story. What did she say, you say, she do, you do...blah blah blah... Oh holy Jesus - a doubletake - the worst kind... crawl in a crack and die... "I couldn't retreat. I was redder than her hair." My words and hers were uttered together. Mine fumbling and groping for forgiveness yet still not detached from her physical being... 'I, I'm sorry, I, uh, I'm not, uh, I'm sorry, you caught me.. uh...' Meanwhile she proclaimed with ease and comfortable grace 'They ARE huge. That's why I'm here. I must be pregnant. Don't I look good?' She turned and turned again, offering one profile, then another. 'I figure that twenty years from now, nobody, I mean nobody will believe that I looked this good,' the only error she ever uttered. 'Maybe I ought to get frozen. Can you freeze me like this? I'll be my own tombstone.' Young doctor Marcus Macaluso, trying vainly to recapture his doctorliness, yet taking her lead, buried his face in his hands and laughed. 'Yes, you ARE utterly spectacular. You don't need ice, I do.'" The young doctor recounted, "You know," as an inner voice inserted itself, "there are photographers who can capture such things," then he groaned mentally " Did I said THINGS?" then aloud "Such moments." The table was hysterical. Even the big man,