Turn Around Dumbass

"Ah--hem, What are you doing?" An woman's voice asked me icily.

Oh shit.

Whipping around, I see the towering form of Wonder Woman standing over me.

"Wait-wait! Let me explain!" I shout, waving my arms around frantically. "So I was going to the bathroom right? Because I had to take a shit? But then I heard this loud crash, and I didn't thinkanythingofitsoIwentandtookashitbutnowIfoundtheseweirdstickersand-"

I stop, mid ramble, as I begin to notice that Wonder Woman isn't responding. I look down slowly, and notice with a horrified sort of fascination that during my arm flailing, I had somehow managed to stick on of the slips of paper, right on her very large bust.

I gape for a moment, staring at her boobs, before realizing what I had done. Quickly I start to apologize, before having a second realization.

She wasn't angry. In fact, she only looked vaguely interested in my finger that was pressing into her perky tit.

"Are you done poking my breast?" She asked mildly.

My brain shut down. I don't what to think. Why isn't she getting mad?

In my anxiety induced panic, I say something that I know I absolutely shouldn't.

"No."

WHY THE FUCK DID I SAY THAT? I scream to myself, still frozen with my finger pressing into her rack.

She pauses for a moment.

"Okay then. Let me know when you're done." She says, glancing away in a bored manner.

My heart is pounding. My face is burning. My eyes are practically popping out of my skull.

"What the fuck?" I say, with all the grace of a rampaging elephant.