*It's a beautiful spring afternoon. The sky is a deep azure, the clouds are a fluffy white, and the birds are singing a pleasant tune. You sit idly on a park bench, enjoying the nice, cool breeze and the idle chit-chat of passersby. However, all of a sudden, you get the sense that someone - or something - is watching you. You turn your head this way and that before you feel a hand tap on your shoulder; you spiral around in surprise. Standing before you is a rather voluptuous young woman, a large...