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after her initial login to Maybe Love.com Rachel had finally finished her profile. It was a mixture of honesty and humour and she felt quite pleased with the result. Next item on the agenda was finding a suitable photo for her profile. She waded through her photo albums which she kept on her laptop, but none were appropriate. Most of them were too busty or were with Tony. She didn't realise how many photos she had of the two of them together. She smiled as she went through the pictures, remembering the many good times they'd shared over the years.
She felt a pang suddenly, and she wondered if she had done the right thing by letting Tony go, but she quickly dismissed the doubts from her mind and ploughed on with the task of finding the perfect profile picture. She decided to take one of herself on her digital camera and after several attempts, several of which made her look like a cross-eyed psychopath, she settled upon a head shot where she looked fairly pleasant and not too demented. She decided to go with a head shot because she would prefer to have a man be interested in her face and her smile than her bra size. She knew this was assuming that most men are shallow but her personal experience was that many men had an inordinate interest in her bust.
She did have exceptionally large breasts, which were completely natural. She was the owner of a size 36FF bust. Sometimes, she felt quite proud of her chest, but mostly they were slightly annoying. She could rarely find tops that were long enough, as she was five feet nine and a half inches to be precise, but her height, combined with her bust size meant that most tops usually ended at her belly button, which was not a good look when combined with her jeans and muffin-top peaking out. Then they often ached when she was menstrual, or even sometimes when she lay in bed she squashed them when she slept on her stomach. She often found herself envying the smaller-busted women in her office, who ironically envied her ample cleavage.
Some people got positively offended by the size of her bust. She remembered having a peculiar encounter with an elderly lady when she was in a local, family-run restaurant with her friends. The Harvester was a buffet-style restaurant, which usually involved several trips from your table to the food counter, depending on how hungry you felt. Well, one particular evening, Rachel and her friends had met up after work and decided to have dinner at The Harvester. They chose a cosy booth just big enough for the three of them in a quiet corner, and after ordering their drinks with the waitress, they made their way towards the buffet. Rachel and her friends stacked their plates and made their way carefully back to their booth.
Rachel noticed an elderly lady looking rather sternly at her. She brushed the look away, thinking she was imagining it and quickly demolished her plate. In her defence, she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, so was absolutely ravenous by dinner time. She got up to refill her plate, joined by Liz, and again she noticed the woman staring at her in agitation. Liz noticed too. She elbowed Rachel, “what's wrong with the old dear?”
“ Haven't a clue,” Rachel looked at the old woman in bewilderment. The woman was pointing at Rachel's clothes and saying loudly “indecent”.
Rachel was shocked. She had a large bust, it was a fact of life, and not much she could do about it. She was wearing a plain, green v-neck jumper, nothing remotely indecent about it. “What's her problem?” Liz whispered in her friend's ear.
“ I think she's taken offence to the size of my bust,” Rachel replied.
“ Oh for heaven's sake!” Liz exclaimed. “If she doesn't pipe down fairly lively, I'll be having a word with the old bat.”
“ Don't worry about it,” Rachel said, “I'm used to it, even though it is odd coming from an elderly woman.”
The friends continued with their dinner, which they thoroughly enjoyed. Rachel even
She felt a pang suddenly, and she wondered if she had done the right thing by letting Tony go, but she quickly dismissed the doubts from her mind and ploughed on with the task of finding the perfect profile picture. She decided to take one of herself on her digital camera and after several attempts, several of which made her look like a cross-eyed psychopath, she settled upon a head shot where she looked fairly pleasant and not too demented. She decided to go with a head shot because she would prefer to have a man be interested in her face and her smile than her bra size. She knew this was assuming that most men are shallow but her personal experience was that many men had an inordinate interest in her bust.
She did have exceptionally large breasts, which were completely natural. She was the owner of a size 36FF bust. Sometimes, she felt quite proud of her chest, but mostly they were slightly annoying. She could rarely find tops that were long enough, as she was five feet nine and a half inches to be precise, but her height, combined with her bust size meant that most tops usually ended at her belly button, which was not a good look when combined with her jeans and muffin-top peaking out. Then they often ached when she was menstrual, or even sometimes when she lay in bed she squashed them when she slept on her stomach. She often found herself envying the smaller-busted women in her office, who ironically envied her ample cleavage.
Some people got positively offended by the size of her bust. She remembered having a peculiar encounter with an elderly lady when she was in a local, family-run restaurant with her friends. The Harvester was a buffet-style restaurant, which usually involved several trips from your table to the food counter, depending on how hungry you felt. Well, one particular evening, Rachel and her friends had met up after work and decided to have dinner at The Harvester. They chose a cosy booth just big enough for the three of them in a quiet corner, and after ordering their drinks with the waitress, they made their way towards the buffet. Rachel and her friends stacked their plates and made their way carefully back to their booth.
Rachel noticed an elderly lady looking rather sternly at her. She brushed the look away, thinking she was imagining it and quickly demolished her plate. In her defence, she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, so was absolutely ravenous by dinner time. She got up to refill her plate, joined by Liz, and again she noticed the woman staring at her in agitation. Liz noticed too. She elbowed Rachel, “what's wrong with the old dear?”
“ Haven't a clue,” Rachel looked at the old woman in bewilderment. The woman was pointing at Rachel's clothes and saying loudly “indecent”.
Rachel was shocked. She had a large bust, it was a fact of life, and not much she could do about it. She was wearing a plain, green v-neck jumper, nothing remotely indecent about it. “What's her problem?” Liz whispered in her friend's ear.
“ I think she's taken offence to the size of my bust,” Rachel replied.
“ Oh for heaven's sake!” Liz exclaimed. “If she doesn't pipe down fairly lively, I'll be having a word with the old bat.”
“ Don't worry about it,” Rachel said, “I'm used to it, even though it is odd coming from an elderly woman.”
The friends continued with their dinner, which they thoroughly enjoyed. Rachel even
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