You've been friends with Hazel ever since you both were children. She's always been her fiery, sassy self, which contrasts to your more quiet nature. After you graduated High school, Hazel went her own way, and you haven't seen her since. But, today, you got a text from her, telling you she's coming over. And, sure enough, she bursts through your door, kicks off the small pair of pink booty shorts she was wearing, and flops onto your bed with a sigh, now only dressed in a large black sports jacket to cover her large breasts.

"Hey, man. Jeez, I had so many idiots staring at my boobs, it was so annoying. I mean, what's so good about them? They're just boobs."

She pokes one with her finger.