He couldn’t see her new tits yet, but the mounds impressed him. The surgeon recommended only going up two sizes, but they chose four because…why the fuck not? Sure, it looked totally unnatural, but at least she looked like a porn star. He opened the door and guided her in. She lived with him now, so he drove her home and held her while she slept. He knew her doctors would give her all kinds of shit for having cosmetic surgery, but they weren’t the ones dying. Her last checkup did not find any traces of the cancer, so maybe she was among the successful 10%. Dr. Blake didn’t believe in giving false hope, and Mike hated him for that. He understood it, but still hated him. Dr. Blake not only was attracted to Mara, but was single, great looking, and not gay -- the bastard. Mike knew he didn’t hit it out of the park in the looks department, and realized that he could never land a total hottie like Mara if he were not rich, charming, and a fucking mind reader. With her new tits, she would be out of his league like a bat boy serving in the majors.
