Breast Inflation

Widowmaker cursed as she ran through the corridors bathed in red light. Here she was, Talon’s top operative who had a flawless record of missions, and here she was running for her life because she had somehow tripped the alarms. No matter, she had the data-drive secured, all she needed to do was make her escape. Once she was outside, she could slip away into the night to the rendezvous point, so long as the extract team did their job. Shadows danced to the right of the assassin’s vision, and she darted into a supply closet.

The room was quiet as David lounged on the couch, Sarah leaning into his body under the blankets. He had long tuned out the show they were watching, instead enjoying the feeling of his girlfriend pressing into him. Times like this were nice and relaxing, David felt he could melt into the couch like this.

I looked up at the blue expanse above me, barren of clouds and silent. Not a single breeze floated through the meadow as I stood there, naked as the day I was born. It had taken three hours to drive out here, to this spot far beyond civilization. I had ditched the dirtbike some miles back, I wouldn't be needing it for the trip home if everything went right. Other people might say what I was doing was dangerous, that I should turn back now, but hey. What's life without a little risk after all? I knew what I was about to do, and I knew how I was going to do it.

“Late again, Erica?” Professor Lakosky smirked, as a red-faced Erica timidly raced to her seat. She felt both embarrassed and enraged. This was the third time this week she belittled her in front of the class, and she would not take it sitting down. Actually, she would, but she had a trick up her sleeve.

Under the guise of night, she had attended sororities specializing in ‘magic’. She knew it was a bunch of baloney, but what other way to release anger than by whispering odd obscurities at your botanical professor?