Horror story

The site that greeted my eyes left me speechless. Her right breast was little more than a b-cup in size with no nipple or areola to mention,just a lump of flesh sliding off her chest. In my opinion easy to correct for her but the left breast was the true horror show. At least a triple f cup in size that was positioned just under her armpit, and i do mean that she could push it up inside her armpit.close her arm to cover it naturally.

"Now you know my shame!" the tears streaming down her face. "Three years i saved money to buy me a nice chest,starving at times so i could turn men heads,only for this to be the outcome!" She moves to put her top back on,which i don't block at all. "When i had the full amount i went to a man just off Coacoochee Street who said he was going to make me the talk of the town,little did i know that he meant the freak talk of town!"

"Was he an actual augmentation surgeon? i ask passing her my handkerchief to dry her eyes with.

Wiping her eyes "I think so they was papers in a frame on the wall,i took them to be diplomas" then sheepishly "I really never looked!" Taking a deep breath she continued her tale of woe. He did the surgery right there in the basement of the house,i got there a little after nine am and left a little after nine pm that night."

"For the next two days i felt something wasn't right when i layed on my left side. Having a friend come and check and change my bandages was the first time that i was told what i look like now. That 's when i called the F.A.I." the tears flowing freely again.

"It's going to be alright,our surgeons will be able to correct this monumental blunder!"

Telling her that i'll need photographic proof,no face id needed in these pictures,she undresses while i get my digital camera out. Taking pictures from all angles,my anger rising with each photo. Transferring the photos to my phone i send them to hq. A message, "Allow ten minutes for review"

Asking her if she has eaten,which she hasn't i tell her that time is needed for the review and offer to buy her a meal. Taking my jacket off,passing it to her to cover her top half we make our way to a little hole in the wall diner. We order and take a seat,she keeps my jacket on all the time we are there. The meal of red beans,rice and cuban style beef comes as the reply to the photos comes in.

Waiting until we finish eating,i open the reply. "R.A.S. schedule for morning, at Spectrum Aesthetics! end of message" Passing the phone to her,she looks up in disbelief, 'But i don't have the money for another surgery!"

Telling her that the F.A.I. will cover the cost to make up for her tragedy and that they'll make this man be punished to the full extent of the law she smiles for the first time since i met her. We make plan for me to pick her up and deliver her to the F.A.I. clinic in the morning. Paying for the meal i drive her back to where i met her,returning to the hotel i look up the address of her suppose doctor,then plot out tomorrow!