"Not a hope in hell," my friend assured her husband.
After which she went about her day feeling just a little bit daring and a tad naughty but nice.
"Why does he check them for lumps?"
"Because they can mean there's something wrong and I need to go to the doctor," she answered him. This really wasn't a conversation she wanted to be having.
"I know, sweetie, but it's really a job for your father. He's the expert."