I had no idea what to do. I felt useless as she stood up and threw the pump on the ground. She sighed and grabbed her breasts again. “What can I do?” I asked, genuinely at a loss. Her expression went from frustrated to serious. “Mark,” she said with a pause, “I know we just met. But I really need you to do something for me.” “Sure, anything,” I replied. “I need you to…help me relieve the pressure.”
