My face heated up. Murphy was probably my best friend, but she was still a girl, and a gentleman just doesn’t say some words in front of a lady. I held the phone with my shoulder and made a cupping motion in front of my chest with both hands. ‘You know.’ ‘Boobs?’ Murphy said brightly. ‘Jugs? Hooters? Ya-yas?’ ‘I guess.’ She continued as if I hadn’t said anything. ‘Melons? Torpedoes? Tits? Gazongas? Knockers? Ta-tas?’ ‘Hell’s bells, Murph!’
