Full Body Inflation

Warning for mature readers only.  Deals with inflation fetish.  Read at your own risk.
07/27/14
Rain falls outside the bookstore as the Friday night customers explore what the bookstore has to offer.  Author Sarah Hale sighs as she sits at the small wood table near the front door and by the selection of old records they have to offer.  A couple copies of her new book sit on the small wood table and she patiently awaits someone to come sit with her to talk about her works or answer questions, but so far none have come.  

It is a fairly typical day in Goodhaven. The city was blessed with good weather and clear skies, as usual. But something diabolical was lurking at the nearby circus…

Under the big top, a clown known as The Ballooner was being told off by her boss, the pompous ringmaster.

“No, you fool,” The ringmaster, a stuffy man said in a conceited voice. “You are done here. Your last act sent the audience running for the hills! You are bad for business. I’m afraid I must ask you to pack your things and leave at once.” But the clown only sneered.

It was closing time at the Urbanville Aquatic Center. The swimmers were gone, the locker rooms empty, the last stragglers finally herded out. Claire milled about the entrance with the other lifeguards, chatting idly about how nice if felt to rise the chlorine from her hair and slip back into dry clothes, laughing and commiserating with each other over the day’s work, talking eagerly about their plans for the evening.