Prompt: plastic
Warning: Men being crude.
"Plastic"
"They've gotta be fake," Tony commented after a brunette with perky breasts passed by.
"I don't think so," McGee said.
"Please," Tony scoffed. "I can smell fake tits from a mile away. Like a plastic surgery sniffing bloodhound."
"Right." McGee was skeptical.
"You can tell by the feel, too. How you squeeze-" Tony mime-squeezed two air-breasts.
The woman came up behind them. "Hi, I'm Jane. The new sexual harassment consultant."
McGee blushed while Tony immediately put his hands down.
"And by the way. I'm married." She held up a hand, a ring around one finger. "To another woman."
They blinked.