I saw Wendy swallow a couple times as I drew the garment out of it'snesting place. He knew what it was. He had given it place of pride in hisdrawer sc...eme. This thing could scare little girls. It seemed that it didscare Wendy/"Ah, Mom, do you really think this is the one? Maybe that flimsy littlepink pushup job would be better." Wendy, and your name is Wendy, right? Wendy, if you can handle this bra,the rest of the summer will be anticlimactic. I know that Wendy Darlingwas probably born wearing. "Of course, boss." Veronica snickered. "I am aprofessional. This dope really did believe my fake badgewhen I picked her up before the FBI did." What are you going to do with me?" Beverly asked."When I heard of what you did to your body I figured outthe best way to handle a double crosser like you."With Veronica help, Beverly had shackles put on her wrists.As the motor of a machine started up, Beverly was draggedkicking into the machine. Once inside, Beverly felt a burning sensation and thought. I fueled my hatred for the Davenport family as I chugged beer after beer. I was aware at some point that the bartender was ushering me into a cab, and that it was very late. I must have eventually made it home somehow, because the next morning I woke up on the floor next to my couch. The shrill ring of the phone finally managed to pull me from the deep sleep I was in. It was my lawyer, and he needed to see me. I wasn’t prepared to deal with this shit. I was at the breaking point and I felt I. Apparently my coach contacted this guy about my service speeds from today’s practice, and he was so impressed he called me right away. He wanted to make sure that when I’m ready to go pro, I’ll hire him on. I definitely will, he’s the hot agent to get, and the fact that he wants to represent me is a big compliment.” “That’s great news,” I say. “So, when are you going pro?” “In two months. After graduation, I’ll join the pro tour. I’m hoping to play in the U.S. Open at the end of the summer..