Okay, today we're going back 30 years.
But I warn you: this story may be considered NSFW (Not Safe For Work).
Read at your own discretion or close it now.
It relates to when Judy and I were living in Guadalajara, Mexico.
We had become acquainted with a cosmetic surgeon (plastic surgery doc) who treated many clients from the United States.
He had signed up several gringo expatriates who would provide housing and food for the patients during the time they were in Mexico.
The clients paid the hosts directly for the service, which included taking them to the doctor's office for daily checkups following their surgeries.
The incident in the following story was related in a letter to our friends Timmer and The Beaner (Tim and Jeanne).
Today Tim sent it back to me and said use it on TBT if you dare.
Okay, here goes.
We had several more patients before we returned to the U.S. but never again an experience as, uh, titillating as that one.
Only you. LOL.
ReplyDeleteHmm...as age increases, apparently the things in life better left unsaid come forth...good one, Bruce. If I'd had the same experience I'd relate it too.
ReplyDeleteYou'll always fondly recall those mammaries--I mean memories!
ReplyDeleteI took my kids skiing in Colorado for a week. The family in the next condo was headed by a plastic surgeon from Chicago, we'd get our kids settled down and sit in the hot tub and drink beer. One night he told me, "I spend an inordinate amount of time talking my patients down. Then again, if they ever come up with a workable penis enhancement, guys will be lined up around the block begging for 12 inches."
ReplyDeleteLOL...What a story! Having had a mastectomy and reconstruction, I can't imagine going through that three times. It must be easier when it's cosmetic.
ReplyDeleteThat story is very SoCal. I suspect even if you'd said "Wow!" she'd have had the third boob job. Sounds like her mind was made up.
ReplyDeleteA titillating experience for certain.
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