Harley Quinn looked down at Fluffy Devine, swooning in his arms after he caught her as she started falling, fearing she was fainting.
“Are you all right, Fluffy?”
“Huh?”
“Your, uh … um … oh, the hell with it – your tits are hanging almost all the way out of your frilly pink dress, rising and falling, and there’s a rash all around your neck. Stroke? Heart attack? Want me to cover them up?”
“Oh, you silly! That’s called heaving bosoms, meaning I am overcome with desire for you!”
“Heaving bosoms?”
“Don’t you know? My love puppies, or tits as you so vulgarly called them just now. I was breathing heavily; I was so horny for you. Not so much now, you bloomin’ idiot. Lay me down on my divan, dolt.”
“Okay.”
To be continued…
Short Shorts 
Do tune into the writing group next week. I will finally have a sex scene, and could use some funny help.
Patsy
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