‘Is it true?’ I asks Brenda.

‘Yup!’

‘When did you have it done?’

‘Oh, not long ago.’

I look at the proud and pleased expressions on her face and then at her firm-as-boulders pair of breasts. Not long before I had looked at the set of her test shots. And her breasts looked just fine, but when I mention them, she tells me how she had decided to have them enhanced after having looked at those photos.

‘I just wanted to have them bigger and firmer.’ She tells us.

‘They sure look great, wow! I thought the surgery would leave visible cut marks under them?’

‘Not really. Yes, they do, but barely.’ And she lifts both of her breasts with her hands and all I could see underneath them were teeny-tiny incisions.

‘That’s incredible. Do they still feel the same? I mean, to touch?’

‘Of course they do. I sure don’t feel any difference. Neither does my boyfriend. You want to touch them?’

‘No,, its alright!’

‘I don’t mind, really.’ She says and moves closer, as if presenting me two giant scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with cherries. Sure enough, as far as I can tell, they are firm and they feel as natural as any other set I have ever touched.

‘See?’ And I see a smile of satisfaction on her face.

‘That’s great. Now it’s  time to get back to work.’ As I walk back, I couldn’t help but wonder whether they would pass Marie’s pencil test?

A year and a half later. We are doing another multi-girl pictorial. This time in Hong Kong. Its rather late in the night. Must be past eleven. I no longer remember what it was that I needed to communicate to the girls urgently, I knock on Lynne (Austin) (Playmate July 1986) and Shannon’s (Long) (Playmate Australia – September 1985 and US October 1988) door. Unlike in Mexico where each girl had a room of her own, in Hong Kong we have them sharing rooms. Lynne opens the door. They are wide awake and having a glass of wine. Probably one before calling it a day. They are already in their pajamas. Nothing out of ordinary, except that they seem to be holding back something – a smile. A big laugh even.

‘Uhm! What’s going on?’

‘Oh nothing. Just girl talk!’ Shannon chirps coyly and then gives a mischievous sideway look to Lynne.

‘Come on, you can tell me!’ I prod.

‘Should I tell him?’ Asks Lynne.

‘If you want to!’

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