" She sobered. "Yo' not be likin' it at firs', mon, but pretty soon it ain't so bad. Mistuh Jose got ways of makin' yo' get used to it. An' de wor... he gib you he see dat yo' good at it. When he turn yo' loose, yo' even like it. By then, yo' almos' forget who yo' was." She finished drying the dishes and began to put them away."How do you know all this? Are there other prisoners here?" Prisoners? Jus' you, now. But there be others in past. Lots. He use changes to punish dem what cross. ." she ran the tape measure again twice over my chest, once above my breasts and then a second time at the fullest part."No... 36... 38 and three quarters ... this is correct. I mean, technically you're probably a B+, or a B++, but you're supposed to round up if you're an in-between size. Why, are you surprised?" I've ... it's just ... I've always been a B," I responded, still trying to wrap my head around this new development. "A small B, actually. I've never thought of myself as a C. That's. He understood now that their motives were sneaky and underhanded. It made him feel a lot better knowing they were just using him. It meant that he knew where he stood."Ok, Willy hide in here," said Tracy as she opened the poolhouse door. "When the contest is about to begin we'll come and get you ok?" She closed the door before Willy could respond. Tracy turned to Stacy."Oh by the way, this is our Italian friend Raphael," she said pointing at Clifford. "He doesn't speak English." Ooh I've never. In the other reality, she hadn't spoken to her mother in years. Hermother was an incredibly strong willed woman who refused to accept thechanges that Wendy had made to give her the body and the life thatmother nature had cheated out of. She was a woman who never lost anargument and if you doubted that fact just argue with her.As Wendy gazed into the eyes of her mother from this reality, she feltthe same strength of will, and Irish stubbornness that was inherent ofall the women in the family..