The whispers started early that day. “Ugh, it’s disgusting, she’s such a whore.” Sarah mumbled. “I know” Michelle replied “those fucking basketballs she calls breasts are obviously plastic. And could her shirt be any tighter? I feel like we’re only seconds away from a free show, and buttons flying everywhere.”
As Katie gave a presentation to her global economy class, she was oblivious to comments from onlookers.
