Most people can’t run their lives, so someone invented the societies, groups which tell you what to do. I belong to one. We’re all pretty happy. My society got rid of my last girlfriend, which was a good thing, and they took on another girl. She’s tall and pretty but she's not a society girl because she's an airhead with huge silicone tits. I’ve never liked girls like that, but the society has told me to date her, and it’s suddenly wonderful. She’s busty and perfect, but the society wants to make a few adjustments. First of all her implants have to go. A month ago I’d have agreed, but now I can’t imagine her without them. Luckily my busty airhead girlfriend has ideas of her own.
