”“Not in the big league, but yeah, in the game somewhere.”“So how does that work?”She laughed, “I have an idea, I chase it around in my he...d, I work my self to exhaustion, and if I’m lucky we get on the shelves before someone else copies it.”“Sounds tough.”She did one of those ‘what the hell’ shoulder shrug, open hand gestures.“So what happened to Mr Andrea?”She looked at me face forward, looking up, hooded eyebrows I think they call it.“How did you guess?”“There’s no sign of him... and um one. He said it like it was a dirty word. Like it implied acts she could barely conceive of. A thrill ran up her spine, and a warmth surged between her legs. Naya, be careful. Don't you remember Rebecca's words? She thought. There was another side, too, though, an inner Naya which screamed, This is it, girl. For once in your life do something that is true to who you are. Not the person you pretend to be around others. Not the sanitized Naya who always does what's respectable and what's 'right.' Do. There were already as many as a half dozen female prospects sitting on the well-padded chairs in the hospital waiting room. Most of them seemed a lot more in need of re-working than she did, but now she was here, Fiona decided to follow through on her decision to "spruce up" her fleshly assets.She selected the areas of concern and checked her acknowledgement of the cost for each project. Since she had the option to determine which doctor she wanted to do the work, Fiona picked the Asian doctor. "Andrew..." Mum admonishes, silencing her husband. "Go upstairs and getchanged, Ashley." I smile and nod at mum's instruction, as with mybrother and sisters all in bed, it's obvious what mum means by'changed'.After throwing Harriet's old tights into my washing basket, I open mywardrobe and smile happily at the contents within. Over the last threemonths, my friends- especially Laura- have done their best to rebuildthe collection of clothes I'd so callously discarded after my first,disastrous.