Monet. They said he had dated college girls, not from our particular college, but from nearby ones. Or, better: they said he fucked college girls. The...re were girls who claimed they had been taken to his mansion on the far side of town, where they had been devoured, pleased, ravished and caressed. Their stories never added up. It was always too beautiful, too romantic, or too unbelievable to be true. I had already long given up, when I finally got to meet Mr. Monet. As a drawer-to-be, I had been. These teens slowly herded all of us away from the mothers watching us. The adults could see us, but we were too far to see what was going on. The older guys were telling the girls we had some nice tits as some girls they knew walked up the group. Soon the boys were convinced to whip it out to show the girls. The boys then wanted the girls to give them a show. Only one of the boys with us had anything to show and none of us girls had even the first hair between their legs. That had no impact on. It was equal to the money she defrauded them out of.”He shook my hand and said; “Don’t worry, your mother may delay the disbursements, but she won’t be able to change them.”On my way out of the building, I stopped to thank Laura for her help, and she and I talked until it was lunchtime. I asked her if she would like to join me for lunch, my treat.She agreed.Over lunch, I asked if she was in a relationship, and she said she was dating, but no one was “the special one”. I asked for and got her. I am led to the doctors office and he soon comes in and sits behind his desk. He smiles and we make some small talk. He then says there is a lot of paperwork I need to sign and he goes into detail about the operation. I won't bore you with the technique but I am convinced I have chosen the right doctor for this. He says he will do the operation early tomorrow morning and that I will stay here tonight to get prepped. After I will also recover here in the clinic until I am ready to go home. I.