Mango Medley
The other day after dinner I was holding Gentry. I was wearing a shirt that had a semi-plunging neckline. As we were both standing there talking to jj, he dove his hand down between my bosoms. I stood there for a second recalling a time as a child I had done the same to my Grandma Katherine, and she had kind of freaked out and I still remember the shame that I had felt. I was small enough at the time to still be held, so I was pretty young, not a pre-teen pervert. I decided not to react that way.
Instead I said, “Whatcha looking for?”
He fiddled around for a second longer and then said, “Mangoes.”
Interesting, I thought, fat chance of finding anything down there.