. Ihad been fired long ago... that he could still share all of this with myfriends and family. So I had to sit and smile as the surgeon told meabout ...hat he was going to do. Telling me about the D cup breast implantsthat I would be getting. About raising up and enhancing my cheek bones.About giving me a face lift and collagen injections in my lips. Aboutremoving my lower ribs and pulling in my waist. About adding the removedbelly fat to the implants in my butt and hips. About shortening. At last--”Ladies and gentlemen—your ¼ back, and team captain—Matthew, Diamond Dawg Dillon”. The crowd goes into yet another uproar—had it even subsided ?? Finally, grabbing the microphone, “Hooooly crap” !! “Wow people—you would think it was the play-offs already” I shout into the microphone. More uproar, and the bands drums go into a cadence. “How bout SOLD OUT”? More and more uproar. “WOW”. The stadium is simply electric—cars started pulling in from the streets thinking we were having a game. "Well, come on," said Bunnie."You want me to try these clothes on," he said, disbelief evident inhis voice."Yes," said Bunnie, making it sound like a two-syllable word."Why?" Kevin asked."Because otherwise we're not shopping, we're just buying," Bunnie said.Her tone of voice left the impression that she was addressing a smallchild. "You know for an assistant, you ask a lot of questions." I can't wear these!" Kevin said."Why not?" Bunnie asked, in genuine puzzlement."Because..." he started to. His heart began to pound as the music reverberated through his body, a blinding sharp pain ripping through his head forcing him to one knee before ceasing in an instant. He stood slowly gasping harshly, shaking his head to clear the fog. When he opened his eyes she was standing at the far end of the row of vaults. She was dressed in a knee length black dress with layers of crinoline filling out the skirt. Her long coal black hair coiffed perfectly beneath a pill box hat with mesh veil, and a.