Charlene was brought before the judge. As she made her way toward the bench, head tossed back in defiance, there was a pronounced pump to the swing in her backyard. Every eye was on her bright pink clinging jersey dress, which left little to the imagination. Her black patent leather pumps had three-inch heels and tied around the ankle. The surgeon had taken her gravity-defying breasts to awe-inspiring dimensions and had given new definition to the term booty. I imagined the rear landscaping was intended for balance as much as anything else. Lord knows, if she hadn’t been anchored into those shoes and toting ballast in the northeast quadrant to equal the southwest, friends and family would’ve made another career picking her up off the floor. Good taste had taken a holiday. Once again, as the snickering and whispering reached a new crescendo, Judge Shelby found it necessary to restore order with a whack of her gavel. Try as she did to maintain a straight face, the smile of judgmental self-righteousness crept into the corners of her mouth.
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