They were dressing for work and Kathleen had changed her top and her bra three times already. She was getting frustrated with finding something appropriate for the workplace.
“Why not?” kidded Thom. “I’m sure someone has guessed what I’m packing in my pants.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Yes, but I have to be respectable.” She turned and examined herself in the mirror. Her latest choice was a cable knit sweater over a padded bra. It made her look bustier than usual, but that was okay. She was a little intimidated by her new piercing.
“Does it still hurt?” Thom asked.
“A little. Mostly it’s just sore. I’m still getting little crusties from the lymph. But it’s not like someone is going to be grabbing my tit at work.”
“Except maybe Cliff.”
“That asshole will be lucky to lick my shoes,”
