Let me begin my saying I HATE the words “tit” and “titties”.   I cannot, however share this story without the use of the word.

In 1988 my sister (whose first husband had passed away) was getting married again.  I was one of her bridesmaids so I came out a few days before the wedding to help out a little.

I went with her to get a bra that would work well with her wedding dress.

An elderly black lady came into the dressing room to fit her for the bra.  Sharon explained she would like a bra that would provide a “little lift”.  The sales lady came back in with a bra and had Sharon put it on.

As soon as Sharon came out she commented that it didn’t seem to be giving the lift she had wanted.  The saleslady pushed on Sharon’s shoulder and told her to bend over.

Without a word of warning, this elderly lady’s hand went deep in the bra as Sharon was bent over and grabbed a hand full of breast and pulled it up into the cup.  She then had Sharon stand up.

I couldn’t tell if Sharon was red faced from bending over or from having had a stranger reach into her bra and grab her breast!

The little old lady smiled and commented that she was seeing some progress in the “lift” area, but then had Sharon bend over a little again and she went back into the bra for a second time with her hand.

As she grabbed and pulled and tugged she loudly announced to Sharon, “You see, the problem is you have almost a third titty that goes under your armpit.  You have to grab it and pull it around to the front…like this.”  With one fell swoop she grabbed the “third titty” and pulled it to the front.  Tah-dah!!! The lift was perfect.

Sharon purchased the bra and left still red faced.  She had been absolutely humiliated, but it was worth it.  She looked beautiful on her wedding day in her perfect dress and perfect bra.  Sometimes you have to pay the price for beauty.