Trevor had two more beers over the course of the afternoon, before switching to a clear soda. Melinda thought he was having a mixed drink, and continued drinking her wine until she had drained the bottle. She was an amusing drunk, Trevor thought. He listened to her giving a fiery speech about something. He really was having trouble tracking what it was; she tended to jump from topic to topic without warning or reason.
Also, he was beginning to realize that she had really nice big t**s. In her lightweight blouse, her lacy bra struggled to keep those swaying orbs contained. He thought he did a fabulous job of maintaining eye contact. She managed to catch him glancing at her cleavage twice, but it was brief and—in her mind—dismissive. That just made her annoyed. She knew she had great breast
