Lately, I noticed that I was unconsciously checking out cleavage more than what I would consider normal for an average, straight guy.

It was only for a couple of days, and once I realised I made a point of stopping myself, but the fact is it happened. For those couple of days I was hard pressed to keep my eye-line away from straying into the path of passing d├ęcolletage.

My only excuse? I haven’t seen a pair of boobs for a while. Cut me some slack.

And the dice girl was exceptionally pretty. And a little flirty too.