Bailey relaxed on her porch, admiring the downtown view. As she slowly sipped a cocktail she had just made, she sloppily dripped a little on the exposed tops of her breasts. Bailey giggled, her breasts jiggling along with her dangly gold earrings.
She was a perky young lady who had just graduated from her state university with her Associates in Business and finances. She already had a cushy job set up, and she couldn’t wait to get an apartment in a more ideal area, preferably not on a ground floor.
She got up and leaned on the railing, letting her dark long braid drape over her shoulder. As she glanced down the street, a stranger yelled “NICE TITS” and then laughed. Bailey felt her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment as she shot back “yeah they are. Too bad you’ll never know”. It was lame, she knew. But she had to say SOMETHING. The stranger looked surprised that she actually responded, and then started across the street towards her. Bailey stood her ground and refused to move. As the guy moved closer though, Bailey saw just how tall he was and began to falter.