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of them and sometimes directing a question at Mr White, encouraging him to say something.
    The girls were attractive and were Red’s type, meaning they were built like bombshells. They were voluptuous to the extreme. Red’s discerning, wandering eyes figured that one was enhanced, whilst absurdly the other, who was as likely to topple backwards as forwards if they hadn’t balanced her out, seemed all natural, unless it was a new strain of biological enhancement without any of the usual tell-tale signs. Small signs and differences that might be glossed over to the average body-consumer, but Red was a connoisseur of the womanly.
    Red was talking about tits.
    I was with this girl once, he said, Who had tits like fuckin cannonballs. Soft cannonballs. Not a patch on you two ladies’ beautiful displays, of course. But she used to tell me that big tits, they were, like, for the pleasure of men.
    They are for motherhood, said the natural girl, furrowing her brow at him.
    Red snorted. Breasts, yeah. I’m talkin bout tits . You two girls and those girls on your chests, they weren’t made for none of that shit. This woman used to say, right, that huge melons were made for the purposes of the excitement of men. I’m not sayin that’s how I see it, not sayin that, but that’s just the way she saw it. She said if you kept em covered up then you weren’t fulfillin their design, or somethin. She’d pretty much shove em in my face and ask me if they were doin their job. Red laughed. The enhanced girl giggled but the natural girl looked a bit put out.
    Look, she said, and Red knew that any sentence starting with that wasn’t going to be great. We women don’t exist for the pleasure of men. That’s pretty insulting.
    Red put his hands up. Hey now, I didn’t say nothin. I’m just sayin how she called it. And she weren’t even sayin that. She was just sayin it bout a certain kind of tits, that’s all. Surely you ain’t your tits, girls? I know there’s a whole lot more to you than that. He smiled lopsidedly.
    The girl wouldn’t let it go. Our “big tits” are for us entirely. We don’t need leering men coming onto us. They are for us, right? Entirely us. Our pleasure. Yeah, even how much we want to put on show, before you come to that.
    Re d nodded at the enhanced girl. What about if you fix up your body somethin extra?
    The enhanced girl blushed w hile the natural girl scowled. Why’d you men always think we do things for you?
    You always do t he talkin for the both of you? Red turned to the silent girl and asked her what she thought. She smiled a little and said she didn’t know.
    Red smile d back and looked at Mr White. What do you think man?
    Mr Wh ite loosened his tie a little. I think, uh, that a woman’s body is hers alone. The natural girl smiled warmly at him.
    Red sighed. Y’all got it wrong. I ain’t sayin no such thing. Nor was she. She said – she said that breasts, butts, cocks, you name it – they’re these sexual objects, uh, things. They ain’t you . They shouldn’t be all kept up. Well, I dunno, I guess if you want that. I dunno. He shrugged. I dunno what I’m sayin. I’m drunk. I just like boobs. I just like y’all, that’s all. You look nice.
    You should probably have started out like that instead, said the enhanced girl, playing with her hair. Even the natural girl softened her expression, but had imperceptibly moved closer to Mr White.
    What’s your name doll? Red asked the enhanced girl.
    Lisa.
    Do you wanna drink?
    Sure. They walked off to the bar, Red looking back to wink at Mr White.
    The natural girl looked at Mr White. His eyes tried to avoid glancing down at her incredible cleavage and the strain in his eyes must have shown because she sighed.
    You can look if you want. Everyone else does.
    I’m not everyone else. His expression was tight.
    Just look, damn you.
    Mr White looked down and felt a stirring inside of him. He looked back up and smiled awkwardly. What’s your name?
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