Breast Inflation

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.

1st of July, 2014

    "Look what I swiped from work, Jordan!" Abe cheered. He held up a spray bottle.
    "Oh, nice, glass cleaner," I replied. "Are you a kleptomaniac now?"
    I was lying in bed, wearing nothing but briefs, and reading a book. My lightly muscle toned hairy body was on top of the covers. Abe, my handsome Latino boyfriend, was in a wife beater and boxers, his thin, wiry body next to mine.
    "It's the stuff!" he exclaimed.
    "Sanitizer?" I asked, putting my book aside.