“Are what real?”
She mimed the appropriate physical attribute, and was surprisingly accurate in her estimation of Violet’s chest volume.
“They have been,” there was a word lurking somewhere in the back of my mind, but it struggled to come forth.
“Fixed?”
“Umm…”
“Pumped up?”
“Not quite…”
“Remodelled?”
“Augmented!” I cried out. “They’ve been augmented!”
“Augmented! And we needn’t wonder who paid for that pound of flesh, need we?”
“Need we not?”
“No, we need not, indeed.”
There was a hiatus in the conversation of some little time while we both considered that there was no need to wonder. I didn’t need to wonder, because Paul had told me. That she did not wonder, I can only assume was due to her powers of deduction.
“And the lips.” I said, just so she had the whole picture.
“Got
