She was flat as a board, and my chest was enormous, grew so fast and so big that I had stretch marks. She could buy clothes off the rack; I had to pur...hase bras from specialty stories that offered mid alphabet cups that promised to hold one hundred pounds. Kate offered to take me shopping to get me out of my funk. It was life changing in more than one way. She insisted on driving to a specialty stores and buying me new bras. “A woman has to feel sexy even if no one sees em…” is what she kept. Peters," he responded as he put the truck in gear."Please — Regina. I'm feeling old enough right now." Regina. I like that."After looking at him in confusion for a second, it dawned on her. "You didn't even know my name, did you?" I'd never heard anyone say it. Amy called you Mom and Mr. Peters always called you Dear. Anyway... No problem, Regina."The truck rolled on, heat finally starting to flow as the engine warmed. Regina glanced over at the young man in the opposite seat and wondered what. After that I raced upstairs for a shower followed by me thinking of what to wear. I didn’t know exactly how to dress so I settled with a plain white tee, some baggy jeans (which are plentiful in my closet), and my all white Air Forces.I asked my dad for a ride to the mall after I looked at my phone and saw it was 11:49. Walking which was my original plan took about twenty minutes so that was out of the question. The drive only took about 9 minutes.When I got there I rushed to the theater hoping. Then they had simply disappeared. The tax collector,escort, and taxes vanished without a trace. We were sent to investigate. Behind me a squirming sack fell to the ground with a thud. Marcus, my adjutant,had unloaded our prisoner from the back of his donkey. A fat little man whoclaimed to be the priest, or teacher, from the village we were now encircling.His nose was swollen and bent to the right from his brief interrogation. Itwas broken but the bleeding had stopped. We had captured him two.