We'll remove the tissue which can laterbe implanted in breast cancer survivors and grown from there. " I don't think so," was his response. After seei...ng the ever so beautifulMarla, learning about the Professor's age, and hearing about his mom,Brad wanted nothing to do with more implants from this company."On page two you'll see a five figure number," the professor stated."We'll be willing to knock that off of your debt."Brad looked down at the numbers on the page, then the floor. "I don'twant. Almost everybody I know is nearly asclose to me as you are. I feel that with many of the other womenI can let my hair down, literally and figuratively. Instead ofthe feeling of competition with others, I have the feeling ofcooperation. As a result, I am more relaxed and more open witheveryone. And I love to talk to them, just talk. It's a way tomake the day go right. I now also like to shop for clothes andlook at guys. The worst part is when men stare at my tits. Ifeel something is wrong with. As we separated, I took a look at her.She stood at a petite 5’4 with relatively large C-cup tits, but years of swimming and dancing gave her toned thighs and midriff with a sizable, firm ass. Coupled with shoulder length black hair and tan skin from her mixed East Asian heritage, she had been the object of attention throughout High School. She never did reciprocate any advances because she was worried her parents would find out. That wasn’t the case anymore though.You on the other hand were not. When they finally came back at the office after a dinner meeting she felt tired and slumped in her chair. She skimmed over the work that had gathered on her desk during the day and sorted it quickly into neat stacks. ‘Come,’ he said as he came out of his office. ‘time to go home.’ She had forgotten about having to live at his place for as long as she worked for him and groaned inside. ‘Yes.’ she said and gathered her things. She followed him in her car while he led the way in his dark red Alfa.