Medium Breasts

Alya is a Lebanese woman in Detroit who works the late shift at a convenience store. She’s shy and yearning for adventure, but, stuck in the monotony of her life, she secretly dreams of a little bit more.

They collide at a forest rave on a rainy night, the beat pulsing through the forest. Huddled together under the same tree, they step closer, their bodies moving to the same rhythm as their attraction grows.

She’s on holiday in the snow with her husband, but seems to keep running into you. Eventually she comes and sits with you in the communal hot tub, and a charged exchange of eye contact turns into a wordless mutual attraction.

It’s late, after 2 a.m., and the train is all but deserted. Sitting across from me, Alondra shifts restlessly in her seat, her eyes wide and motionless. She looks at me like she’s daring me to do something, like all it would take is one little gesture to make this night interesting.

So here I am. I have an appointment with Doctor Dalmoro, the famous sexologist who is changing the concept of sex. She is 42 years old, Italian but born in New York. Self-assured, beautiful and always wearing red, she is a woman used to smiling but always a little distant.

Another example is a crazy roommate who brings different guys over at night and doesn’t let her roommate sleep. She even mocks her roommate and calls her a loser, but at the same time, she expects this loser to pay for half of the rent. She’s unpredictable and loud, which makes her a nightmare to live with.