Like many women, to help improve her image of herself after he divorce, she wanted a boob job. The problem was that being a single mother with a sleaz... bag ex, she didn't exactly have the cash laying around to do it. So one day I was talking to my mother and she mentioned that my sister needed some cash. I had just sold my first internet business and was flush with cash so I told her I'd write her a check. I sent it off the next day and promptly forgot about it.Eight months later I received a. "Okay, I'm game," she said.I pulled a folded piece of paper from my shirt pocket and handed it to her. She opened it to find the name Gerri, followed by a phone number."This is your Gerri, as in your girlfriend Gerri?" Yeah." And why am I calling her?" Because it's a pretty weird story, and if she tells you there's a chance you might believe it. If I tell you, you might think I was a frat rat trying to pull a fast one on you."She stared at it for bit."She's expecting me to call?" Yes."Still. Isaac ordered a bucket of Dos Equis XX that comprised six beers and ice. Grace told him he’d be drinking five of them. He laughed and said he would take her other two home with him and she would have to come with him to drink them.They sat down eating in silence and sipping their beer, staring at one another.After a while Grace broke the silence.“You’re staring at me,” she said, “Wondering why a nice girl like me fucks dogs.”He said nothing.“When I meet people in the streets and see them. A simple bed really, but to her, it was HUGE. Fluffing the pillows and turning to her dresser she began to think of the trouble she could get into. “Hmm, well body of mine, let’s get ready. We need to get into some trouble today. I am feeling slightly impish. What shall we do today?” Looking down at her feet she wriggled her toes. “Something red today, I think, yes? Of course we need to show off all your little digits.” She giggled softly as her toes danced over the carpet as she began.