Petunia tightened her summer dress hoping to get at least 50% of her bosom contained. Her client had taken a nap after their work out, these Americans had no stamina, no wonder so many were obese.
Her phone rang and she didn’t recognise the number. Cautiously she answered. “Hello.”
“The sun always shines in Brazil, but in April the Russians dress for snow.”
The line went dead.
She had been activated.