Wines to pair with breast cancer (part 2 of 5)

As I sit topless in front of a complete stranger—a handsome, 40-something, Indian-from-India plastic surgeon—I have thoughts running through my mind:

• These are pretty normal, right?
• Not bad for a 50-year-old with three kids?
• Could still get some Mardi Gras beads, eh?

Then, as he takes his fingers and lifts my breasts up, effectively taking them back to a time before I could get into R-rated movies alone, new thoughts run through my mind:

• Ooooh ... apparently there may be a bit of a droop to them now.
• That was a lot of milk for a lot of babies.
• Maybe not the fancy beads.

The plastic surgeon says...

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