Boobage

After I posted a letter to Lefty, there was instant cooperation for about a week. Then she began again, with renewed vigor. Monkey told me that wearing a sports bra might help and holy fuck it worked. The only flaw in the plan is that when in the wee hours of the morning you get tired of wearing a damn bra and throw it to the floor it is less effective. The sports bra has to actually be worn on the body and not just in the general vicinity of the boobage to curb leaking.

This morning I got up and Lefty felt a bit damp. I pulled back the covers and took a peak. Sure enough, a great big drop of milkishness was sitting there just daring me to move. Until this point I had yet to see any leakage directly from the source. Lefty preferred to leak on the sly, dampening shirts and sheets but never getting caught in the act. I stared in amazement and then the drop rolled onto the Great White Expanse that is my breast, immediately followed by another drop appearing on the horizon. Panicking (what? I just woke up from not very many hours of craptastic sleep!) I asked Teddy Bear to get me something to staunch the flow.

He returned with tissue, dried off my breast and then put the tissue over my nipple with thumb and forefinger as if he was blowing a nose. He looked at me expectantly until I made the appropriate nose-blowing sound and then he was satisfied. If it helps the visualization of me blowing my nipple, I have provided this picture (NOT my nipple) to illustrate the fact that my nipple was in fact erect at the time. I am sure this lent itself to the nipple-blowing process.

Now I have a dumb question: What, exactly is Lefty leaking? Would it be considered colostrum or milk or something else entirely? Maybe unleaded gas? Because that would rock.