Steeve B
10-02-03, 04:26 AM
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror, complaining to my
husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he
uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion."If you want your breasts
to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between
your breasts for a few seconds." Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece
of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my
breasts. "How long will this take?" I ask. "They will grow larger over a
period of years," he replies.
With this, I stopped "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper
between my breasts everyday will make my breasts larger over the years?"
Without missing a beat he says, "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"
He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, may even walk again.
husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he
uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion."If you want your breasts
to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between
your breasts for a few seconds." Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece
of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my
breasts. "How long will this take?" I ask. "They will grow larger over a
period of years," he replies.
With this, I stopped "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper
between my breasts everyday will make my breasts larger over the years?"
Without missing a beat he says, "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"
He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, may even walk again.