“She told me she no longer wears a bra and that she just tucks her boobs into her waistband.” I blink at him as he grabs a cookie and takes a messy bite out of it. “Can you imagine that, August? Just stuffing them right into your pants.” “You’re right. I don’t need that visual,” I say dryly, wiping some crumbs from his cheek. “Me either. But she was like proud of it. I guess I would be too if my tits reached my knees. That’s kind of an accomplishment.”
