"Yeah, I suppose."

"Trust me on this one, Trouble: You look just fine, and I don't think you're going to have any problems finding a boy that agrees with me."

That seemed to comfort her, and we went into the living room to watch TV while Leo and John electronically mangled and mutilated each other in the den. Before long, it was time for them to go to bed, and not much later, Jan left, as well.

Imagine my surprise when, a few minutes later, Jan joined me in the living room again – wearing her bathrobe. I pretended not to notice, and she sat down at the opposite end of the couch from me. I could see that she had something on her mind, but was willing to let her pick her own time and place to say her piece.

First one program finished, then another. Finally, though, I could see her turn to me. I waited until she cleared her throat before taking notice. When I did turn and look at her, she hesitated a moment before speaking.

"I've been thinking about what you said about women, and their breasts."

"Yeah?"

"I think you're probably right."

"Thank you."

"But I'm still not sure about*my* breasts. I don't know if they look okay, or not."

"Jan, from where I sit, I think they look just fine."

With that, she seemed to reach a decision – the decision to open her robe, and show me her bare chest.

What I saw was a pair of smallish – each about the size of half an orange, or perhaps a bit larger – breasts, gently rounded, and capped with freckle-brown areolas and pencil-eraser-sized (and obviously erect) nipples.

I looked up at her face, and saw a mixture of emotions on it – fear of rejection, embarrassment, and a bit of arousal. I raised an eyebrow in question, and got a nod in permission to look more closely.

Moving carefully and slowly, I slid a bit closer, and leaned forward a little for a closer look.