Sam waggled the vial in front of your face. "Go onnn, you know it's every guy's dream to have their own pair to play with it."
"Well if it is only temporary then..."
At that moment, the door opened and Angelina arrived. Her eyes widen as they fall on the vial of temporary breast tissue. Her expression hardened as she fixed her husband with a withering gaze, who quickly pocketed the vial. "Samantha, what on earth do you think you're doing using your products on your brother? Did you just forget why we invited him here in the first place?"
"We were just goofing around," he mumbled back. "We didn't actually use any of it."
She hurried over to you, examining you carefully. "He didn't get any on you, did he?"
"Uh, no. Why? Is it dangerous?"
She relaxed and shook her head. "No, it isn't dangerous. None of the products Samantha has been using are dangerous. But they do come with certain side-effects. As a matter of fact, those side effects are really the reason we invited you around. We weren't going to mention it so soon but.... maybe we should sit down and go over it," she said, ushering you through to the living room. She seated you in a chair, and then her and Sam sat on the sofa. Their hands interlinked and there was a moment of solemn silence as they exchanged looks. You got the feeling that this was a topic that was both awkward to broach but deeply important to both of them.
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