Jerry begins his story...

Last Friday, the bar had been busy. Jerry, the bartender, didn't see either the guy or the girl come in. The guy, sure, he was just kind of a schlub, but it was surprising he hadn't notice a babe like that come through the door. As far as Jerry had been concerned, it had been a normal night. Right up until the fight broke out over the bathroom.

Some one had started pounding on the bathroom door because it had been occupied for twenty minutes, then they apparently discovered that the door wasn't locked and threw the door open to discover (as Jerry gathered) this guy getting a tit job on the toilet. The shouting match drew in Jerry and he stomped over to the bathroom to find a guy with his pants around his ankles and a kneeling woman with truly prodigious tits on her scrawny frame.

Jerry immediately kicked them out. He had let the guy pull his pants up at least, but he refused to hear any excuses about going back for the guy's coat. The girl couldn't even get her chest covered - her blouse literally couldn't close over her boobs. Jerry threw his windbreak over her, but as he frog-marched the pair out, someone whistled at the girl and she reflexively dropped the coat in order to jiggle her twenty-pound wonders with her hands. Sans breasts, she was just a bespectacled twig with frizzy hair and freckles down her shoulders and chest. The perfectly shaped tits hung out a full six inches from her ribs and she took an almost religious joy in playing with them in public.

Jerry just yelled louder and hurried them out. The guy kept yelling from the parking lot for his jacket. Jerry threatened to call the cops if they didn't leave immediately and promised more of the same if they ever came by the bar again. The bar buzzed with commotion about the incident for the rest of the night. Jerry did find the guy's jacket. In the pocket was a mysterious remote control.