There was a couple about to wed, and both were virgins. The wife to be looked at the gentleman and with tears of embarressment in her eyes states that she has the chest of an infant and hopes that he wont be disappointed. He gently hugs her and tells her that their love is more important than mammory glands... everything will be fine. But feeling the need to be honest as well, he tells her that his "unit" is like an infant, and he hopes she will be alright with that. The look of disappointment was obvious but she musters a smile and reassures him that all will be ok. The day of the weedding arives, and off to the honeymoon they go. As she takes of her dress he notices that she has NO chest, rather her breasts resemble mosquito bites. He smiles and embraces her. She undoes his pants then gasps exclaiming " I thought you said your unit was like an infant?" He replied "It is. It's 22 inches long and weighs eight pounds!"