To describe my Aunt, shes 5'2, just turned 40, 34d chest, size 14, and average build. She has blonde hair which is dyed, blue eyes..So without wasting...further time, lets get on with the story...It was November of 2009 and my Aunt was moving home having split with my uncle and finding a place of her own to live. Being the good nephew I didnt think twice when she asked me to help her move and seen as I was doing nothing anyway, agreed to help her out. The day itself was a cold one and when she. Like someone was staring at me or invading my personalspace. I just put it down to the weather but it stayed with me, even in myclimate controlled office.I thought I'd put it out of my mind but my secretary seemed to have noticedsomething amiss.'George, are you okay? You seem awfully twitchy today.'Marilyn was great, I couldn't organise a thing so the company gave me her tokeep me productive. It must have worked, together we'd managed to go from acouple of cubicles on the third floor to a plush. This sucked. A tall, almost cadaverously thin man, in his late thousands and dressed like Lurch, opened the door and led Ted and Lisa in. ‘Here they are. Welcome home, Miss Gretchen,’ Ivan said, in a voice from beyond the grave. He then wordlessly backed out and closed the door behind them. Ted and Lisa smiled at me in surprise, and my stomach did a slow, queasy roll. Lord, this could go wrong in so many ways. I might be about to alienate my best friends forever. Lisa came over and hugged me.. Ron had dragged her on an all-day odysseythrough the mall, as he bought (with her credit card, not that she mindedso much) an entire new wardrobe, styling products and more. Beth couldrecognize that she used to love this mall more than any place on earth,but at the moment all she could think about was how it didn't have adecent comic shop or used record store. "And voila!" said Ron, emerging from the dressing room wearing ironedslacks, a crisp pink shirt, Armani jacket and about eight pounds.