QUOTE : I wish Fin didn’t have such a fondness for low-cut blouses. “Could you put those things away?” I say crossly, waving a hand at her boobs. “They’re almost in my salsa.” I grab the dish of salsa out from under her hovering breasts, take a tortilla chip from a basket in the center of the table, and dunk the chip into the sauce. Then I pop it into my mouth, enjoying the spicy, satisfying crunch. Fin smiles serenely at me. “I know this is hard for you to understand, B Cups, but the girls need air.” “What they need is scaffolding.