Luke wasn’t really paying much attention to what was being
said. All he could do is stare up into that huge mound of cleavage. He was struggling
to see a head over it. At one point Lucinda had to bend down, wink and nudge
her head in the direction of the cleric.
‘Er, I do?’ he said. A general mirth echoed around the cloisters
and the cleric continued.
‘Do you have the ring?’ he asked.
Lucinda bent down and rested one of her enormous breasts
across the pedestal. Luke wondered if he could even lift that anymore. She stretched
a piece of her gown, noting that its strap above was beginning to fray.
‘In there sweetie’ she whispered. Luke reached in and felt
something metallic hanging from a nipple. He wondered how long the ring had
been there. Then his mind turned to other things.
‘Not now sweetie, just a little longer’ she whispered, and his grasp of paradise rose above him as Lucinda stood up once more.
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