A short story...

 

 

Once when I was home for the weekend during those ECU years, I went to visit Granny (she lived in the house I do now-- retired to Holden Beach in 95). I had on one of those big shirts, a tank top under it and jeans. She hugged me and rubbed my back.

 

"Sherrie Rose! You're not wearing a bra!"

 

"I know Granny... just because my breasts are loose doesn't mean my morals are."