I remember her standing in front of the mirror, cupping her small mounds of flesh and looking sideways at her reflection, wanting to cry. She’d ofte... told me that her previous boyfriend made fun of them a lot. ‘He was always telling me I should get bigger ones,’ she said. I’d always shake my head, thinking she had nice breasts. I never told her, though. She would have called me a liar. In her mind all men wanted their women to have bigger ones. Marla was odd in ways. She would worry about her. Turning the key and nudging the door open to her apartment, she was roughly grabbed from behind, her arms pulled back and pinned behind her. She started to shriek but she was slapped her so hard, the scream died on her lips and she felt herself tumbling forward. Being held by her arms behind her, she did not fall onto the floor, but she felt a searing ache in her shoulders as he yanked her around, her face twisted in agony. Dragging her forcibly inside the apartment, pushing her down to the. She can already feel the familiar burning between her ~~~~~ START AGAIN! So the author of *Miss Babylon 1999* sits naked lonely and drunk before her bedroom mirror. She is 30 years old. The smell is Avocado and Apple (the scent of cheap shampoo that still clings to my hair). The colour is pale blue (a soft reflection of the pockmarked wallpaper Mum and Dad pasted up a quarter of a century ago). To the left of this crow-haired Godiva a bashed white convection heater is turned all the way up to. " Rick said. "Oh yeah, good call." Stephen ditched the jacket and crossed the Divider separating First class from coach. He could feel his heart in his throat as he neared Erin's seat. The closer he got the louder the voice in his head screamed. In his youth it was Erin and their mutual friends who quieted the Negative voice but after the move the voice gradually came back. He neared her row and sat down in the empty seat just across the isle from her. "What are you reading?" Stephen asked of.