“Y-you’re gonna stay in?” Hannah asked. “Of course I am, dear,” the woman replied a matter of factly. “How else am I going to get your measurements?” “I dunno,” the young woman replied dumbly. “Here, let me help you with that,” the woman said while grabbing the hem of her baggy shirt and whisking it up and over her head. Now standing there in only her old bra and blue jeans, Hannah modestly covered her chest with crossed arms. My goodness gracious!” the woman offered softly while pushing Hannah’s hands down to her sides. “Your breasts are almost huge, I can certainly see why you need a new bra!” Hannah kept her eyes cast down while the sales woman turned her around to undo the catches on her bra strap. “There we go,” the woman said quietly. “Now, let me get some measurements.” Out of nowhere th... Læs hele novellen