So long as the money kept rolling in to finance my hobby, as Allison called it, I was happy. Of course, the breast augmentation was a flamboyant thing to do. But Allison had goaded me into it. She had told me that Paul wouldn’t go out with her ‘flat-chested’ friend any more. And I had really liked Paul and thought that he had liked me. He had liked kissing me, I was sure of that.