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I’m rather nervously sitting in the green room. It was a brand new game show being shot, it was called rather ominously “Bounce”. I look around and meet eyes with a fellow contestant. She was about 5’11” tall, had enormous boobs, green eyes, and shockingly red hair, not ginger, bright red, she looked about the total opposite of me, I’m 5’4” tall, blonde, and I have a fairly curvy figure, but nothing like hers. She caught me staring and I looked away.

The crystalline drops I remember with unnatural accuracy. The way they caressed the skin, gently, slowly creating clear trails of liquid mirrors that reflected the surroundings. I envision them still, and immediately fill with passion – with need, the thought alone filling my whole being with the aches of desire. It is my abdomen, however, that begins to feel more determined, pressing outward with immense intensity. It has become so that I can't leave my apartment when it's raining outside. I have to stay indoors in order to keep from losing my head entirely.

"Buyer's remorse" doesn't quite capture what she was feeling.  "Cheated, humiliated."  Now, those terms would describe the feeling more succinctly.  Perhaps what had made the encounter so troubling was the fact that she didn't consider herself to be the easily duped, naive type.  The consumer mayhem of "Black Friday" surely didn't help.  Yes, that's it;  long day, fatigue.  That's why she gave in.  The comforting embrace of rationalization always helped to salve a psychic wound such as this.  But, stil

It was a windy day in fall. The perfect weather. Everything was prepared and one by one, the ladies arrived: Jennifer Lopez, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Gwen Stefani, Jeanne Garofalo, Anastacia and Shakira. Each one of them was carrying a strange plastic suit in their hands…