Looking down at my toplessness…
J – ‘Would you still love them as much if I got implants or would they just not be “me” anymore?’
I’m not sure he’s focused on my words…
N – ‘They’d still be great.’
J – ‘Even with “stuff” in them? Or am I reading far too much into how men look
I think he grunted, maybe, and I understood there is a little caveman in every man, even mine. 😉
Note: No, I’m not really thinking about getting a boob job. I like me just the way I am. Besides, if I’ve ever got that kind of extra money around for an elective surgery, I’m getting a monkey tail. OH HELL YES. I realise that would mean putting little tail holes in all my jeans, but I’m pretty sure my home economics teacher would be proud that I used the skills learned in her class for something so practical.
My algebra teacher will never feel that kind of satisfaction from me.