Adrenaline bomb

She wore a low-cut top. Very low-cut, if you ask me. So low that I daringly peaked out sometimes – finally a breath of fresh air after the long cold winter; any longer in the endless depths of that stuffy wardrobe and I would have perished from all the dust ... or from sadness.

We went into town, by bicycle. Gravity is a heavy burden and working at heights does not improve the situation. Since I have no safety belts – yes, I like to test my limits! – I need to impress with my back-and-chest combination. And riding a bicycle is a matter of life or death, since the smallest slip could reveal all the safely guarded ... secrets.

She was in a hurry; we raced like crazy. And then, in a fraction of a second, everything turned upside down.

The speed of light, a sharp turn in front of us, a loud group of teenagers to the left, an older couple to the right. A playful dog suddenly jumped in front of us – braaaaaake! – and she stopped. The bicycle went left, we went right, I hung onto her for dear life and she hung onto the bicycle. For a second or two I was afraid – for both of us. But at the last moment she managed to get back on the bicycle and we stayed firmly off the ground. Firmly.... uh-oh ....I almost forgot. Worried, I glanced left and right and quickly checked the situation.

Oh, what a relief ... All safe and sound. Everything in its place, steady and – whoa! Adrenaline rush? Slow down, girl.

This was quite a workout. I feel like a heavy-duty manual labourer. Can you image lifting even heavier weights? Oh, well, for the Unique multiway balconette bra, that would be no problem. What must be done, can be done.