Tuesday - The Lesson
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ninanevermoreToday on the drive into work, I was remembering a conversation I had at my bachlorette party back in 2000. I was speaking with a couple of women that I worked with, Pam and Susan, both in their late 40's at the time. I regarded both of them as mother-type figures.
The humor at this affair was earthy and we were all comfortably buzzed when someone brought up the subject of "pearl necklaces." Neither Pam nor Susan knew what the term meant.
"Like the ZZ Top Song," I said, "You know, where it says, 'It's not jewelry that we're talkin' about / It really don't cost that much?'"
"Yeah," said Susan, "I never understood what that meant." Pam shrugged her shoulders to show that she, too, was perplexed by these lyrics.
I looked at them and noticed that neither of them were well endowed in the chest. It occurred to me that the subject of pearl necklaces does not come up often in the bedrooms of small-breasted women, unless you actually are talking about jewelry. Both of these women were sweet, church-going, mothers of grown and almost grown children. They were looking to me for an explanation. I wanted to walk away, but I felt obliged to offer them something since they were so intrigued.
I signed and tried to think where to begin.
I looked down at my own bosom, which is generous if not overly large. The shirt I was wearing was cut low enough that I had an inch or so of cleavage showing. I pressed my arms together in front of me to squeeze my breasts together, and inserted my index finger in between both them and moved it up and down about 4 or 5 times. Then I drew that same finger across my throat to show where a "pearl" choker necklace might be applied. I then raised both of my palms up in a gesture to say, "Okay, get it? Don't make me go into more detail than this. Please?"
An expression of realization slowly moved across their faces. Pam put her hand to her mouth and muttered, "Oh, okay. I understand."
Susan's jaw dropped in astonishment. "That's now where it goes!" she exclaimed.
"I have to admit, it does nothing for me. I'd rather have the jewelry, myself," I told her.
The humor at this affair was earthy and we were all comfortably buzzed when someone brought up the subject of "pearl necklaces." Neither Pam nor Susan knew what the term meant.
"Like the ZZ Top Song," I said, "You know, where it says, 'It's not jewelry that we're talkin' about / It really don't cost that much?'"
"Yeah," said Susan, "I never understood what that meant." Pam shrugged her shoulders to show that she, too, was perplexed by these lyrics.
I looked at them and noticed that neither of them were well endowed in the chest. It occurred to me that the subject of pearl necklaces does not come up often in the bedrooms of small-breasted women, unless you actually are talking about jewelry. Both of these women were sweet, church-going, mothers of grown and almost grown children. They were looking to me for an explanation. I wanted to walk away, but I felt obliged to offer them something since they were so intrigued.
I signed and tried to think where to begin.
I looked down at my own bosom, which is generous if not overly large. The shirt I was wearing was cut low enough that I had an inch or so of cleavage showing. I pressed my arms together in front of me to squeeze my breasts together, and inserted my index finger in between both them and moved it up and down about 4 or 5 times. Then I drew that same finger across my throat to show where a "pearl" choker necklace might be applied. I then raised both of my palms up in a gesture to say, "Okay, get it? Don't make me go into more detail than this. Please?"
An expression of realization slowly moved across their faces. Pam put her hand to her mouth and muttered, "Oh, okay. I understand."
Susan's jaw dropped in astonishment. "That's now where it goes!" she exclaimed.
"I have to admit, it does nothing for me. I'd rather have the jewelry, myself," I told her.
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Date: 2006-01-12 09:33 pm (UTC)