Charles, I reveal to you my voluptuous rack. Admonitions of Up here! shall no longer rumble and chime from my lips as my fingers point first to your ferreting eyes, then mine, your eyes now free to wander up and down my amplitude, sneak peeks at my cleavage, compare me to your mistress and wife. Indulge your puerile need to measure, to cup your hands, mime a balance scale, mind-bounce my melons. But prepare to re-calibrate; I’d hoped the bumps were benign. The surgeon’s scheduled me for Tuesday next. Check the post for another package about a week after that.