This choice: The tall and big-breasted Diana • Go Back...Chapter #5The tall and big-breasted Diana by: Mr. George   Diana was walking back from university, when she accidentally kicked something. The small parcel went skimming along the pavement. She cursed the impressive bust that ensured she had to heave her shoulders back, and thrust her chest forward as if flaunting her curves. However, it just meant that she tripped over obstacles, and stumbled from an inability to see what was near her feet. Nonetheless, she refused to apologise for her good fortune, or try to minimise her looks.
Catching up with the packet, it was wrapped with a red ribbon, and scuffed away on the bottom. Picking it up, she saw the damage was only superficial. Examining it further, she found a decorative label. Her own name on one side. Diana Dorff: On the flip side was a rhyme.
"To the one who will find this
Here's a present, just for you
Coming right from the abyss
May all your wishes come true"
It was written in emerald ink, and made her feel quite peculiar. The fact her name was on the label meant she couldn't just toss is aside. Pulling at the ribbon, the bow unsealed, and the paper was easy to peel aside.
Inside was a dictaphone!?! As if anyone would use one of those in this day and age. It was a weird present, but again she didn't want to cast it aside, in case her mystery benefactor asked about it later on...
The words from the flip side went around and around in her head.
As much to check whether it worked or not, she held it to her lips. "I have a coffee." Certainly the tape seemed to be recording, as she snapped the 'Stop' button.
"Miss, you forgot your coffee." A woman said her hand on Diana's shoulder startling her into turning. Too flustered and surprised to object, it was thrust into her hand. The server rushed back inside, the queue already building.
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Diana hung about for a moment, waiting for the real customer to claim it. As time passed, it was clear no-one was looking for it, or even paying attention to her.
She spotted some writing on the side. Frowning she read her own name... Well, certainly her first name. Tentatively sniffing she found the aroma familiar and welcoming. It was her favourite blend. A cautious sip telling her it was sweetened to her preferences, too.
Looking sceptically at the dictaphone, she wondered if it was behind this. Nah... surely not.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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