She pulled her car up to its usual place in the driveway, got out, and went inside her kitchen with the pills. To avoid temptation, she put the pills in an inaccessible corner of the pantry. She would know where they were, of course, but if they were hard to reach she would be less tempted.
She walked upstairs and turned on the TV. It was no use; every so often she would catch herself sneaking just the tips of her fingers down the front of her tight jeans. She turned the set off and lay back on the bed. "I'll just have to do more back exercises, I guess," she said to herself.
Soleil looked at the phone by the bed. Maybe her asshole ex-husband could be tempted to come over and . . . no, she was through with him for good, the cheating bastard. Oh well. She sat up and gracefully removed her t-shirt, throwing it aside. She reached for the clasp of her bra. "Much too confining and tight, ever since this morning," she thought. "I'll have to get all new bras." She fumbled with the clasp, and then the bra was off. Gently she hoisted her breasts up and down. "He'll never know what he missed! Bastard!" she thought. She lay back. Her giant boobs flowed sideways, spilling into her armpits. She cupped them in her hands, feeling the weight of them. Mmmm, so big and sensitive. Licking a fingertip, she began to trace circles around one nipple with it. Mmmmmm!
She looked again at the telephone by the bed. With one hands cupping a breast and the other on the phone, she dialed the number of Edward Furlong. They had gone out when she was . . . well, when she had looked like *this* when she was younger. The phone rang on the other end.
"Hi, Eddy," Soleil said girlishly. "This is Soleil. You remember me, don't you?" Pause. "Yes. I do," she said into the phone. "I still do, I always have." Pause. "I divorced him. He was a cheating bastard." Pause. "Come over, Eddy. You know where I live now, don't you? Over off of--yeah, that's right. Come over. I miss you, Eddy. I have a BIG surprise for you, too!" That's right, she seemed to remember Furlong was a total boob fiend. He could hardly keep his hands to himself before. Well, now he won't have to. She began to stroke her breasts in expectation. "Hurry, baby," she cooed into the phone. God, he seemed to be breathing heavily already. "Bye!" Soon she'd have someone else here, she thought. Wonder if he's learned anything in the meantime about how to *please* a woman?
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