About me: she concentrated, she could trace the heat to the
source, somewhere at her A-cups, rippling gently
across the piercing of her pink left nipple on the
way up to her neck and face. "Do you need
help, ma’am?" The deli boy made his
predictable appearance. He always seemed to appear
when she felt her most fragile. She avoided his
eyes, but in the peripheral at the upper part of
her vision, saw his gaze linger at her chest. At
five foot 8, she was his height — his shy
gaze required no adjustment to
