I'm sitting at a square table in a restaurant, with a couple other people, one of whom, directly to my right, is Dora from Newberg. As we're talking, I notice that she has no shirt on, and it's remarkable that her chest looks just like that of a man - in fact, like the man sitting across from me, who also isn't wearing a shirt.

As we talk, her chest grows across the table like a puddle, to the point where I'm thinking we might have to set our drinks on it.