Chapter 7

Steve bowed and thanked Mrs. Davis and returned to his table. This time there were friendly jibes and smirks tossed his way. Gwen was seated, waiting for his return.

"Tell me Steve, how did you enjoy that dance? It looked like her "girls" were attached to your stomach. Do you like older women?" quizzed Gwen.

"Gwen, please believe me. I tried to hold her back without being too obvious, or seeming too rude. She was pretty determined," explained Steve.

Suddenly everyone at the table burst into gales of laughter. Steve realized that he had been teased and that Gwen was not angry and he felt immediate relief.

"You should have seen yourself, Steve. The more she tried to lean into you, the more you leaned back and grimaced. You acted like her boobs were hot irons being pressed against your stomach," chuckled Mark. "I can't imagine how much you must've suffered."

"You're exactly right, Mark," confessed Steve. "It isn't easy having two giant implants pushed into your abdomen. Not many men coul