Things like what she picked up when she pretended to trip earlier.”“Oh. I wondered about that. She didn’t get hurt falling down like that did sh...?” I wondered aloud.“Thankfully she’s fine. She told me that after you two had sex in the living room she somehow forgot her panties in the living room, next to the recliner. I know we said that you two could have sex on a regular basis so she could get pregnant and become your second wife, but I didn’t expect for you two to have sex in the living. Stacie wasn't of "our" class.I thought that I was too young to be a silly old fool. I shouldn't be going through change-of-life already. Was I wrong? Could this thing work? I'd thought that both Stacie and I went into our relationship with our eyes open. Perhaps not. But in my heart I knew that no matter what happened I couldn't and wouldn't give her up. I'd never experienced the kind of wholehearted, selfless love that was natural to Stacie. Whatever happened, I thought that we could stick it. This self-truth was devastating to her when she decided to get a doublemastectomy. Getting rid of those two mounds of flesh meant now she sawherself kicked out of the sisterhood. One of the product was gone, somultiply that with the rest of what she saw that made her a woman, andthe product became zero.Triple-negative breast cancer, one of the most aggressive types, ran inKaren's family and was the cause of death for her mom, Loni, and Loni'stwo sisters. She got the double mastectomy as a. First: stretch marks. "Instatits” are really hard on your skin. As my boobs were stretching out my clothes, they were also stretching my skin, leaving a little fan of angry red lines around my armpits. The red faded away a long time ago, and I kind of like the little ridges that remain, but when it first happened I was devastated, and tearfully threw all my tank tops right in the burn barrel.Second, it’s really expensive. In the middle of my little growth spurt, I barely had time to snip the.