Chapter Ten
What She Paid For
Our recently acquired, pre-paid guest, Peggy Jane, was, among other things, almost too cute to keep. That is, she was the epitome of the girl next door, with all the right equipment that would have driven the neighbors batshit. She did however, have some failings which, it eventually became apparent, would lead us to question why in hell we had ever agreed to accept her from the dognappers in the park. She was short and compact, beautifully built, if not perhaps a bit top heavy, since her t**s were somewhat out of proportion to the rest of her body. Our resident women decided that she still carried too much baby fat and they united in their plans to help Peggy, who they called “Piggy,” work off that excess flesh in ponderously unpleasant ways.
It was decid
