Saturday morning Jamie and Andrew walked to the new café in town. A few sips into their coffee, Jamie asked Andrew if he thought it would be too piggy to have a raspberry croissant. “If you give me a bite,” Andrew said. “Sure, I’ll be happy to bite you,” Jamie said, adding, “Where might you prefer to be bitten?” Andrew chuckled. “Well...” he started to say, when he noticed a hefty woman with an even heftier behind attempting to exit the café’s revolving door. They couldn’t help overhearing the conversation at a neighboring table. “Lookit the ass on her,” one teen boy remarked. “Hey, I’d pork her,” his companion offered. The first teen’s attempt at a squeal came out lame yet shrill.