While I was dining at one of those little places where they have outdoor dining last May, I happened to inadvertently overhear this bit of conversation at the next table.
“So anyway, I told him there was no damn way I was going to do that.” The blonde one said. (Just as I was sitting at the table next to them. I had just gotten to the restaurant.)
Then, the asian one said. “Good! You shouldn’t have to put up with that kind of crap from him. You don’t need that. I‘ve told you before, you could do better.”
The blonde replied. “Yeah, I know,” then, “oh my god! Cathy, look over there.”
The asian (Cathy) looked in the direction the blonde was pointing (so did I, but couldn’t see anything yet) and said “What? I don’t see it yet.”
“That girl there.” The blonde finally gave some detail. “She has four boobs!”
“What!?!?” Cathy said & stood to get a better look “Oh my god, Dana, you’re right. She does have four.”
I could see her now & sure enough. The woman had four, yes FOUR, nice D-cup tits jiggling under her shirt. The four breasted woman was getting closer & the girls at the table were silent as she passed by. She continued on her way, and soon disappeared from sight.
“Dana! Don’t stare.” Cathy said to her, in a low tone, but I could still hear her. “That’s so rude. And I can’t imagine that she likes it.”
“She probably gets it all the time.” Dana said back.
“It doesn’t mean she likes being stared at.” Cathy said then. “Think about it. If you had four breasts would you want everyone staring at you all the time? I know I wouldn’t. She’s probably self conscious about that enough without getting stared at.”
“Or maybe she’s used to it.” Dana said. “But yeah, I don’t think I’d want to get stared at all the time either. I’d feel like such a freak. It must be bad enough having four breasts without getting stared at like a circus attraction. I‘m just glad I have the normal number of them.” Then, after a pause, Dana continued. “I wonder how she gets bras.” This got them both giggling.
“She probably has to customize them herself or something.” Cathy guessed. “Or what about dating? Do you think guys feel put off by her having four?”
“Yeah,” Dana said. “She probably got all kinds of picked on in school about that. It’s kind of sad when you think about it. Do you think she was born like that?”
Cathy sipped her coffee and said. “Possibly, I’ve heard about that sort of thing happening. But she might have had cancer and had to get the bottom two removed. I think that‘s more likely the reason she only has four, now that I think about it. ”
“Yeah, maybe.” Was all Dana said in reply to Cathy’s theory.
I pondered what they said, and regardless of how she had been reduced to having only 2 pair, I couldn't help but feel a measure of sympathy, for this otherwise quite attractive lady. Then their conversation drifted on to less interesting things & I didn’t bother to listen.