Today at the beach, Richie and I held hands and started walking into the water to play in the waves. He asked me something, but between the noise of the waves and the wind in my ears, I couldn’t hear him. I asked him to repeat himself.
“Will your *@#stss* be okay in the waves?” I didn’t catch that one word, so I asked him to repeat it again.
“Will your *$#@sses be okay?”
Still not sure I heard him, I asked, “What? My glasses?” It would be like Richie to worry about the sunglasses I was wearing, that maybe they would fall off in the water or even just get some sand or water on them.
This time he spoke loud and clear: “Will your breasts be okay in the waves?”