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?