Quite honestly, I hate traveling. I can go years on end without seeing people, unless they visit me. It is not that I want to be antisocial; it is just how I am. My hatred of traveling pretty much makes me a homebody.
So one can imagine how annoyed I was when the company I work for had me attend a conference clear across the county. But I had to go despite my hatred of travel because my promotion was hinging on it, part of the price of moving up in the company was one had to be willing to travel to certain important conferences and conventions for the company, take notes and then come back and explain what had been discussed.
My cousin found out that I was going to be in the same city that she lives in, and convinced me to stuck around for a couple of days after the conference was over. My boss said that I had too much vacation time as it was, encouraging me to burn up a couple of days worth of it, the information I was relaying wasn't really urgent and could wait a more few days before being relayed and explained to the rest of the company.
So I arranged for my cousin to pick me up at the hotel on the last day of the conference. Now, I haven't seen her in like ten years. Not since the last family reunion that my parents dragged me off to. At the time, she was like ten years old with a mouth full of braces. When she left home, we started to send the occasional email to one another, which is how she learned that I was going to be in town. But I haven't seen a picture of her in years, so when she came to pick me up, it was a huge shock to see how much she had changed over the last ten years.
And I do mean changed. I knew that she had grown, logic told me that---but she not only had grown up, she had blossomed. She had gotten tall, tan and good looking. The biggest surprise was how large her breasts have gotten. They were gigantic, and during the car ride to her apartment, I periodically realized that I was staring at them.
When we got to her place, we sat down and had a few drinks and talked about our respective lives and careers. I found myself having trouble focusing on the conversation, she was just too well built, cousin or not, for her body not to distract me from the conversation.
I didn't realize how distracted I was until she grabbed me by the chin and said, "They are real."
I hemmed awkwardly, and she laughed, "Oh, I get it all the time, none of you men can keep you mind on a conversation around me because you can think about is my tits. I could grow a third eye and no body would notice because they never look at my face."
Standing up, she pulled her sweater over her head real quickly, and then reached back and undid her bra. I was probably blushing as red as a beet at this point, because she laughed again as she let the bra fall to the floor.
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about. See they are real."
I stammered out the hard cold truth, "I can't tell the real ones from the fake ones without feeling them."
