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"Manda, look at those women there!"  Lynn hissed at me.

I looked over my fashion magazine at the two women walking into the coffee shop.  They were about the same   age, late twenties, older than us.  They were both attractive and both dressed well in designer clothes, one in tight jeans and a loose top, the other in a casual jacket and skirt set in a lovely salmon colour silk blend.

Laetitia had a wonderful life.  The coastal resort they were shooting the swimsuit section of the catalog was heavenly.  Clear water, clearer skies, warm sun and clean sand.  The supermodel backstroked towards the beach, her slim arms and shapely but powerful legs driving her through the water.  Still many yards out she rolled over onto her flat stomach and began to stroke for home when something below her in the water caught her eye.  No expert in tropical marine life, she was certain that there wasn't normally anything that glowed bright g

Katie's been on the receiving end of Trisha's abuse for far too long. But in getting her revenge, she attracts the attention of a secret organization lurking in the shadows.

"It won't work," I squeaked.

"Yes it will. You always say that, " Lynn admonished me, in her high-pitched voice.

"Because it always doesn't work," I pointed out.

If you had walked into our dorm room and found myself and my roommate, Lynn both of us pumped up with enough helium to have our figures bulging with gas and our extra-large bodies floating and bouncing against the ceiling, you might find that odd. I know I would.