Wines to pair with breast cancer (part 2 of 5)
As I sit topless in front of a complete stranger—a handsome, 40-something, Indian-from-India plastic surgeon—I have thoughts running through my mind:
- These are pretty normal, right?
- Not bad for a 50-year-old with three kids?
- Could still get some Mardi Gras beads, eh?
Then, as he takes his fingers and lifts my breasts up, effectively taking them back to a time before I could get into R-rated movies alone, new thoughts run through my mind:
- Ooooh … apparently there may be a bit of a droop to them now.
- That was a lot of milk for a lot of babies.
- Maybe not the fancy beads.
The plastic surgeon says…
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