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Tonight was the monthly "Sag & Sway" social. The room filled slowly: Harold, whose jowls wagged when he laughed, wheeling in a cheeseboard. Patricia, whose pendulous bosom had its own gravitational field, setting up a microphone for karaoke. A young man—thirty, maybe, wiry and anxious—hovered by the door, clutching a notebook.

"Happy?" Eleanor offered.

"Soft?" Eleanor laughed, low and warm. "You think soft is the end? Oh, darling. Soft is the beginning ." big mature saggy tits

He slid in, jittery. "I'm writing a piece. 'Body positivity.' But everyone here… you seem…" Tonight was the monthly "Sag & Sway" social