“…they ended up face down, deep in my cleavage.
“Don’t get lost in there.” I quipped.
For a while they lay there nestled, quiet.
“A lamp post,” they muttered, “is that a lion? Hello, Mr Tumnus?”
“Did you go to Narnia between my boobs?” I asked. They nodded and laughed.
“I’ve always wanted to go to Narnia, but I can’t get in there.” I pouted then chuckled myself.”