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?