Operation Gigolo. Vicki Thompson Lewis

let go of Tony’s ear and sat up, grabbing a bra cup in the process. “I paid dearly for that bustier, and it gives me Dolly Parton cleavage! I’m keeping it!”

      “No. It’s too small.” Lynn tugged back. “Besides, what about your promise that you’d throw it away after you passed out in the bowling alley?”

      “I threw that one away! This one’s brand-new!”

      “And you still didn’t get the bigger size, did you? Let go, Mom.”

      Watching the tug-of-war, Tony rubbed his sore ear and wondered what his role was in this fracas. As the elastic garment stretched precariously between the two women, he became alarmed. Somebody could get hurt. He grabbed the middle of it and hung on tight. “Look, I don’t think this is built to—”

      “There are ten angry ladies outside who just came off a three-hour flight,” Bud said, walking into the rest room.

      “Uh-oh!” Gladys and Lynn said together, and let go of the bustier.

      Two reinforced bra cups slapped Tony soundly on both cheeks.

      Bud cringed. “Whoops.”

      Lynn spun around and looked at Tony, her eyes wide. “I’m so sorry. Are you—”

      “I’m terrific. Let’s just get out of here before somebody calls security.”