Jetta's breasts were visible for anyone to see. Two round white mounds accented by the cherries of red in the center. And atop the one breast she proudly boasted her tattooed rose. "Really nice," said Eloy letting out a small whistle. Conrado was atop him immediately, pushing the man's arms behind his back and smearing his face into the dirt. "I don't ever want to hear you refer to Jetta's breasts again," threatened Conrado. "Breasts?" asked Eloy, half laughing from his place in the dirt. "I've seen more of those than I care to see. I didn't even notice hers. I was talking about that nice rose tattoo she's wearing." "Like hell you were,” he said, releasing him, then rushed to Jetta’s side. "Jetta!" She turned around laughing, then stopped when she saw the scowl on his face. "Conrado." She looked down slightly and blushed. "Care to dance?" "Dance?" he asked.
