Excerpt: Hope and the Bastard

Hope stood by the racks of panties, wishing desperately she hadn't let her crazy sister drag her into Victoria's Secret, for God's sake. Did they even CARRY a size big enough for her fat ass?

She poked at the pale scraps of fabric hanging up in front of her. "You got any granny panties in something sexy?"

Beth elbowed her and rolled her eyes at the curious sales clerk.

"We are not getting you some drawers big enough to use as a parachute, hon." She held up a matching purple satin bra and panty set with black lace, and Hope recoiled, then giggled.

"Well?" Beth waggled the set at her. "I still say we should superglue his hand to his wanker -- and let's keep that option open, shall we? -- but YOU'RE the one who wanted to make him see what he was missing." She flourished a hand at the bra.

Hope eyed the bra, still snickering, with her fingertips pressed against her lips. The bra cups were stiff and lightly padded, guaranteed to push everything up and out. Waaaaay out. "What, 'I am boob -- hear me roar'?"

Beth snorted. "You're damned right. "She nudged Hope with her shoulder. "C'mon, you'll look boobalicious." She pushed her back, and Hope stumbled, laughing, toward the changing room.