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here, fit in there. It was great. I'm so glad I went." A general ''What the hell brought that up?" trampled the last part. "You should go look her up," she explained. "This story needs a finish." That clarification was greeted with unanimous approval, except by Denise who muttered, "If it ain't broke.." While others were egging him on, Morgan was wagging her finger at him with warnings about killer tits and mind numbing nipples. "Men can't handle that shit. Remember the sirens." But Shannon's suggestion so much like "You are not done yet," immediately seized him and, with Shannon's help, came to pass. It did not provide a finish but rather gave rise to something else, something more... something good. Not the least of which was the next cafeteria meeting in which all of the male participants brought forth their long cherished August issue of the glorious blue eyed auburn beauty with blazing breasts and come hither nipples. Denise Mason was incredulous. "You mean to tell me that you MEN have been hoarding that centerfold ALL THESE YEARS? How many times have each of you moved? You had to consciously .. uh.. did you hide it from your wives? I mean.. " but as she was grasping for the right words, Mary Richards had her say. "With young boys, the awakening of sexuality is an expected event. It is, typically, distorted into exaggerations of behaviors of all sorts, guitars, muscle pumping,.." "Oh blow it out your ass, Mary!", Belachnik was giving her the finger. "Fact is, this is one gorgeous woman. I mean, look at her. Damn." "No. Peter, HARD Peter," returning his hand gesture, "..beauty IS in the eye of the beholder. I'll bet no duck drools over her. I don't. Your reaction to that image means that your internal wiring already has that image. Somehow, in some way, this woman is like