" The young woman's perfect breast didn't yield beneath the gentle pressure of two latexed fingers." What're you doing?" Professor Robert 'Lithium Bob' Beck frowned at me." I don't know. It's what I did when I first saw her…" " Why?" asked Doc Donald, about to assist with the post mortem." She seemed so… pink. Maybe to see if she was alive…" I saw the Prof and the Doc exchange a look. It was an unconventional - no, plain weird - place to touch her. "