[Prompt for http://daily-writing.blogspot.com/ . Sorry not sorry.]
They were round, like small melons meshed perfectly to an hourglass. I could even see a hit of mocha rim peeping out of the lacy white shell she wore. Even the slightest step or turn from their host lead to a slight bounce or wiggle. So perfect, in every way.
In the end, I found myself lead away by the mall cops on freaking mopeds. But, seriously, who in their right mind could resist?