"The boys at school would run up to me and touch my breasts and then run away. If they could see me now, they wouldn't run away, I'm sure."-Chaz.
It's winter now in London. Miserable and cold. Chaz must tearfully miss the heat and warmth of Florida as she takes her chilly bus to her office job. Wearing heavy boots to protect her little tootsies from the icy sludge and a thick coat against the frigid air, Chaz's nipples must yearn to break free and point to the Florida sun. At least all of us have these mammaries to hold us for now.