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The Church Wife: Chapter Two
“Forget it!” I said as we sat in one of the rooms at the clinic.
Again, Andy was trying to talk me into these massive implants. I wanted to go to a more natural size that would look normal on me.
“You are chickening out?” Andy asked.
“No, but I am not getting those monstrosities,” I said as I looked at the screen. “Who would get…. Hope has the exact same ones, doesn’t she?”
I couldn’t believe it. He was trying to convince me to be like Hope, his blonde bimbo fantasy. I stood up and wanted to get out, but Andy stood up with me.
“Compromise,” he said as he sat back down.
I hated him at this moment as he stared up at me. Whenever we got into an argument where there was an impasse, one of us would say that word, and then we would forget about everything that was said beforehand and try to meet in the middle.
“Fine,” I said as I sat back down. “Those are off the table,” I started the compromise with my ceiling.
“I reluctantly accept your ceiling,” Andy nodded. “So are those,” Andy pointed to the small B cup implants on the table.
I nodded. There went the idea of me looking normal. It went back and forth. Even the surgeon doing the procedure had some input and advice. He was glad I talked Andy out…
