"They're fake, and they're spectacular," Rita said.

"Jesus, they are gorgeous," I marveled. There was no visible evidence that they were implants. Her areolas were an almost pastel pink, capped with prominent nipples that extended a good half-inch. Her breasts were framed by tan lines. They were large and perfectly tear-drop shaped.

"Dr. Vivianno is an absolute genius," Rita said proudly. "But you can't really appreciate it until you feel them."

She straddled me on the couch, and I took hold of one breast in each hand and massaged. They felt shockingly soft and natural. I gripped more firmly, trying to feel for the outline of the implant, but only...