You drive to her house and knock on the door. It opens up andshe jumps into your arms.

You give her the present and she loves it. She immediately sprays some on herself. Then...

They were sitting on the couch in Sharon's apartment. Almost as soon as she had finished drawing her finger up from between her modest b-cup breasts, where she had placed a small smear of perfume, her eyes widened in surprise.

Sharon put the bottle down as if it had burned her.

"Jim, something's wrong..."

"What?"

"My breasts feel funny..." Sharon took a quick peek down the neck of her sweatshirt.

Her eyes grew even wider, and she clamped the neckline back to her chest with both hands.

What did Sharon find?