Back down. Better safe than sorry.

"Fine, be that way," you say. Your neck still hurts. "I'll keep your secret, though you probably just wnt and got your tits done and just don't want to admit it."

Shannon narrows her eyes at you. "Fuck you."

"That's not really R.A. grade behavior is it?" You say, turning to leave. "Call me if you change your mind about wanting help."

You leave with a smile on your face. No matter how poorly things went with Shannon, it doesn't mean you won't have better luck with other girls.

You take a moment to replace the key under the plant and lock the front door after a precursory peek to make sure no one is in the hall.

The last thing you want is rumors going around you and Shannon are sleeping together.

You slip across the hall into your room and reclaim the notebook. You check the page, running your fingers over the red 'Z Implants' in the notebook. You could put her back to normal. Presumably, it would just sort out any other issues as well, alternatively, you could leave her to deal with her new assets or give her another size entirely.

Any action would likely have repercussions.