Ever since my husband ran away in the middle of the night, leaving behind debts, I've been unable to hide my breasts or even stand still. I'm forced to wear clothes that expose my breasts, walk around town at night, and every time I'm exposed to the public, my heart breaks down. Yet he plays with my breasts like they're toys, grabbing them, shaking them, squeezing them, dominating them as if they're his masturbation tool. It's scary. It's embarrassing. I want it all to stop...