There is a woman whose daughter is in possession of the most wonderful pair of tits known to man. We
There is a woman whose daughter is in possession of the most wonderful pair of tits known to man. We cannot look at it from the father’s perspective, for he is dead, and if he were not, he would have killed the daughter before her yielding and miraculous globes could ripen. The dowdiest sweaters the mother buys do nothing to dampen their bounty. Boys line up on the sidewalk at dawn for a view of them wrapped in a blue shower towel. Truthfully the mother is as proud of the tits as if she had sculpted them from living clay. At times they exude the gravity of small planets; at others they are playful and high-spirited, coquettish, droll.From “Tits,” a new story by Madeline and me in Funhouse. -- source link