“You sound bored!” I had to, damn it! What did she want me to do? Sound interested? Turned-on? Intrigued? Curious? I was all those things. I just tried to ignore the insanity bouncing around in my head and blurted, “Your boobs look really good. Perky, happy, just . . . awesome.” Did I just call her boobs “happy”? “You think?” She stared down at her breasts, then grabbed them. Holy shit, was she seriously feeling herself up?
