Chapter 25

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One year later   "No, Darling, you must show your t**s," came the cry from a very effeminate Pierre, the designer of a new range of clothes for the European summer collection. I rearranged my 't**s' in the soft multi-colored synthetic dress so that the audience could see my bobbing breasts as I walk down the ramp in the European Fashion Show in Paris, France. This year Pierre's designs are very sexy and very risqué. He combined synthetic materials with leather and satin, chiffon and wool and showed a lot of naked flesh. He believes women should show their assets to their best advantage. A number of the clothes have bare backs, see through blouses, slits up the skirts and even bare fronts. The models were not your average anorexic girls with small or no t**s at all. No, we were a heal

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