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The young woman’s perfect breast didn’t yield beneath the gentle pressure of two latexed fingers.”What’re you doing?” Professor Robert ‘Lithium Bob’ Beck frowned at me.”I don’t know. It’s what I did when I first saw her…””Why?” asked Doc Donald, about to assist with the post mortem.”She seemed so… pink. Maybe to see if she was alive…” I saw the Prof and the Doc exchange a look. It was an unconventional – no, plain weird – place to touch her.
