Clean

You know, normally, I don’t care for red-heads that much, but Andrea’s hair was a beautiful dark reddish tone that immediately caught my attention. Ok, I must admit, my eyes did not stay fixed on her hair very long. I couldn’t help but notice her balloon-like breasts. They can’t be real, was my impression, but then again, she didn’t look like the kind of girl who would have a boob job done.

Claire has a wish, and you find a special way of making it come true.

Shelley’s heart felt inflamed with revenge and her mind muddled by drink. She was young, attractive and hard working; she fully deserved her success and had had a meteoric rise through the world of politics, being made a junior minister in the ministry of administrative affairs less than 2 years after first being elected to parliament. Politics, however, was a fickle game; public opinion and the devil on its shoulder that is the media, your boss. A nasty rumour could easily shoot down even the most integral and conscientious of politicians.

Once the laboratory was quiet, the room darkened and everyone gone, Philippa emerged slowly from the store cupboard where she had hidden. She was careful not to set off any motion detectors as she stepped out onto the tiled floor, but fortunately there were none and the pristine silence remained just that. The slender girl pitter pattered gently across the floor towards the windows. She looked out of the seventh floor window over the car park and the busy motorway, silenced behind the double panes of glass.