"Trish! It's Vivian!" Hi Viv! Yesterday was a blast! Anything I can do for you?" Yes, what time do you close the store today? I have a job interview o...Wednesday and I need an outfit!" I enthusiastically told her."Oh, wow! Congratulations, that was quick! I'm still open right now.Swing by, I'll put something aside for you in the meantime." Thanks, I'll be there soon!"----Vivian: Working Woman, Party GirlI arrived at Trisha's boutique, "Polka Dot Kisses," once again. I hadslipped on a pair of. Evelyn had spent an hour musing about the events of her life that culminated on her stalled on an Interstate highway with the sun setting. The sun set early in December, especially in the mountains. She looked up into the blinding snow to see the flashing light of a police cruiser pulled to the side of the road. She noted with some degree of satisfaction that the highway patrolman talking to the driver ahead looked hunched over and pretty miserable."Why should I be the only one," she said aloud. .But not Milkmaiden. Mr Ogmore, whoever he or she might be, seemed to be writing for Loretta personally. The story was a simple enough one about a young girl who found that almost as soon as her breasts began developing, they were full of milk. And as they got bigger and bigger, it became impossible for her to disguise things from her classmates at school - 'things' in this case being a whopping pair of bra-busting breasts and a heavy-duty breast pump. It was only when some schoolgirl friends. Momentslater, I heard a bell chime and went to see if it was for me."Come in, Lisa," Miss Backstitch said. I stood awkwardly in the middle ofthe room. She faced the others. "You've seen her before, but may Iintroduce Lisa Little, who will serve us tonight."I felt dreadfully embarrassed. Why on earth would Mrs. Sweet introduceher maid to her powerful guests?"Lisa, may I introduce Mr. Geoffrey St. James, Ms. Maxine Moreau and Mrs.Stephanie Sweet," Miss Backstitch said. "They are the board of.