I remember an awkward cafe meal with my ex girlfriend and her girlfriend from schooldays on. All through the meal as her friend told stories and so on she managed to touch her breasts all kinds of ways. Rub them on the table, hands on their contours, arms briefly crossed underneath etc.
I of course was quietly shocked. Whoa. After she left and ex and I are driving home I said, "you know that was kind of unique to me what she was doing...". "What? What was she doing?" "The touching her breasts thing while in the public café".
There was an enraged moment from the ex and I was going oh no to myself and then the," Listen Buster, my girlfriends to you are just, just Talking Heads!!".
... smiles... thinking then to myself old Patrick Henry... Give me liberty or Give me death!!