Literature
Lalia's Dream Job: A Craving Control Story, Pt.1
"Jane, I have got to find myself a job," Lalia despaired, leafing through the'help wanted' section of the local newspaper, "All these blowouts are stacking up, I've got to arrange some income if I wanna keep up my 'lifestyle',"
Jane picked her way through the carpet of discarded newspapers, not to mention the smattering of candy wrappers, to Lalia's perch at the breakfast bar,
"You're right, Lalia, they certainly are 'stacking up'," Jane tutted, her eyes fixed on Lalia's bulging chest resting heavily on the counter in front of her; she cast another newspaper aside, her expansive bosom flopping onto her midriff as she turned on her seat,
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