Paula lifts her shirt

"Sure, let me help you out," said Paula. "Should I just take off my sweater?"

"Yes, of course. That would be great," said Abbie.

Paula slipped her cardigan off, and lay it on the table. She held the tails of her shirt, and slowly inched them upward, ultimately revealing a small bit of her midriff. "Is this enough?"

"Yes," said Abbie. She wrapped the tape measure around Paula's waist. As she pulled it back toward her, her fingers lightly grazed Paula's skin. Her waist was narrower than her hips. Paula was in good shape, but not athletically trim. Her stomach was soft, and her skin was smooth.

"Get what you need?"

"Well, we're not quite done," said Abbie. "We need to measure your bust." She stopped, not happy with the word. "Your breasts? Boobs. Oh my god, Paula, I don't know what language to use!" Abbie giggled at her own insecurity.

"It's okay, honey," said Paula. "I probably say 'chest,' but it's fine. Maybe not 'boobs.'"

"Gotcha." Back in semi-character, Abbie continued. "Let's measure your chest, please."