She was a former porn star

Sara was fuming, of course he was drooling on some former porn star, just add it to the list of depraved fantasies he had, right? Just typical, she'd read a magazine recently that contained an article about "Eelisee Kneel" the actress in question. She'd done all sorts of depraved porn before deciding to turn her life around. Shooting to become an actual actress instead. Her name, which had all double E's as that's what she had. Big, no, HUGE, FAKE E cup TITS. Countless of kneeling boob job videos had been uploaded in her name, hence the "kneel" part of her name. "Atrocious", how could anyone willingly do that to their body? Sure, lip fillers were right up that same alley, but Sara could excuse that. No way would Sara ever even consider having her breasts enlarged like that, they shot out like freaking missiles. How would anyone ever take her seriously again?

Dumbfounded. That's how Sara felt as she reflected on just how ludicrous it was that Eelisee Kneel of all people had gotten an actual acting job in Hollywood. Sara struggled to get even the baristas at Star Bucks to take her seriously. Even the mailman would have to forcibly **** a straight face as he desperately tried to keep his eyes from wandering to her massive cleavage, "Yea, I've got massive fake tits, my eyes are still up here!".
How'd Eelisee FREAKING Kneel manage to convince an actual director to cast her in a movie about women's soccer? WHAT KIND OF SOCCER PLAYER HAD FAKE DOUBLE E's???

Sara was getting quite worked up, hear breathing making her visibly upset. Mark caught notice of this and already knew why his girlfriend was angry. They did have this discussion last week after all. Sara had come to him, magazine in hand, rambling on about some former porn actress, Hollywood and the struggle of being taken seriously with fake boobs. He still didn't understand why she'd gotten those implants originally. He'd heard the story about how she was called Splashboard Sara, a play on splashboard being a synonym of washboard. It still didn't make sense to him why she'd decided to go all the way to double E's. Surely a B or C cup would've sufficed. He just chalked it up to her overcompensating for all the years of being flat as an actual chalkboard.

Thinking about it, It was a miracle how he and Sara had ended up together in the first place. Mark usually liked modest girls, who weren't superficial and obsessed with their looks. Yet he'd landed a girl with lip fillers, big fake breasts, who also obsessed over her hair. Her butt was attributed to genetics though ..and a lot of exercise. Ok, maybe she was a little superficial, but she was also bright as a star! She never failed to brighten Mark's mood, be it with her witty sense of humor, or other methods. Though she had some overlapping traits with bimbos, she was still smart! She was a valedictorian candidate for a reason, barely missing out due to some missed assignment deadlines around the time she was recovering from her boob job. Mark still appreciated how sparse she was when it came to makeup, though she'd done plenty to her body already she never overdid what little makeup she wore, always a tasteful amount but nothing flashy. It was these little things that made her so exciting to Mark, her duality. She had a fun, superficial materialistic side, but also a kind, caring and professional side.

Ending his train of admiring thought for Sara, Mark took hold of her as he gave her a reassuring smile. A smile that was meant to assure her that he did in fact love her, and that he needed no one else. The meaning was however lost in translation as Sara interpreted it as a lousy way to apologize for ogling other women.

Hours went by and the film credits began to roll. Strolling out of the theatre, Mark was still trying to process the final plot twist. The severity of the butterfly effect had completely caught him off guard. Never would he have guessed that the daughter would end up like she did just because her dad didn't show up for her art exhibit. "Who was your favorite character?" "Huh"? "I said, who was your favorite character?", slightly more annoyed this time, Sara hated having to repeat herself..