Lizette constantly trolled for male attention. She once bragged that her neighbour made a Super 8 of her boobs, just her boobs, which he entitled, “Lizette Ma Chouette”. Can you image bragging about this? My mom was her seamstress and sewed racy dresses for her out of stretch jersey. Lizette’s boobs fell out one day during the fitting of an off-the-shoulder red number. They were long and flat, like big boob tongues. It was soon revealed that the film-worthy décolletage was achieved only through an elaborate procedure of rolling and tucking, like a pink carpet runner or a cottage ham.
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