I really just wanted to talk to you.’ I suddenly realize what her allure is. She reminds me, uncontrollably, of the song Punk Rock Girl. ‘I’m no... going to fuck you.’ That’s fine, I think. ‘Will you at least tell me what’s up?’ Her face crumples, and my hallucinations are suddenly set off. I shake my head again. ‘I just got dumped. Which sounds horribly pathetic, but it really crushed me.’ ‘I know the feeling. I’m not going to try to console you, because I realize that at this point it would. I wasn’t at the job very long when the company made a decision to hire a couple of college graduates. It was their attempt, I guess, to see if they could save a couple bucks by hiring non-experienced individuals and then putting them through an intensive training program, instead of paying a higher salary for more seasoned individual. In any event they hired the chick (From here out I will call her Jill for story purposes only) with the cap toe ballet flats. She sat about three desks from me. She too, it would appear, had moved to the city and was living in a penthouse flat she had purchased with the divorce proceedings and help from her father. In a far more up-market area than the one I was living in, there was little chance of our paths ever crossing. She had virtually severed all contact with her mother, too. Gwen told me they had had several major arguments as a family over her treatment of me. Claire and her father on one side, and Gwen alone fighting my corner. Eventually. . oddly well. Iseemed to be in alone. Feeling oddly... different... I decided to seeif I could move around. I could. All I knew at the time was, my chestfelt funny and my head... It was dark, the shutters were only halfopen. I called for the nurse then froze. My voice sounded odd. Tossingthe covers off, I went to open the window myself. And froze in midmotion.I felt... breasts. Reaching round I found at table light and switchedit on. Pulling back the covers I saw them, large and pert. I felt.