Wow, thought Rebecca as she watched Caroline weaving her way through the busy city cafe. A few months ago I didn't even know who you were. And now, so much has happened.
She and Caro had embarked on a torrid affair that had been exposed in the media threatening her relationship with Chris. Said relationship had continued to dwindle after Mr Pratt went to the great Competition Commission hearing in the sky. There'd the whole disaster of that witch Sam trying to have her killed by a zoo keeper angered because poor old Stewie Dew, who had regressed into a pre-human state, had gone on a rampage and eaten all his animals.
Then the Dewosaurus had gone completley wild and eaten Alan Didak. And just when you thought everything had finally calmed down, with the Dewosaurus safely captured and sent to a farm in South Australia, Brendan and his newfound desire for boobs had come into her life. You couldn't make it up. It was like some weird satire, but only real.
Rebecca glanced over at Brendan, who was wearing a black satin shirt with the top buttons undone to show to advantage his new and undeniably impressive assets.
"Are you ready? Remember, just let me do the talking," she said.
Caroline arrived at the table and sat down with a swish.
"Webecca," she said briskly before assessing Brendan. "Nithe tiths, Brendan," she said.
"I appreciate you're probably very busy at this time of year, so we'll keep it quick," Rebecca began, "Brendan is going to have a tough time bringing the club and the footy public onside to his new choice of ... lifestyle. We need your help to break the story in a positive way."
"What'th in it for me," Caroline said, still looking directly at Brendan's magnificent chebs, which were straining against his shirt with what looked like actual force, as if they were determined to display their glory to the entire world.
"You get completely exclusive rights to the story. Nobody else gets anything. It's all yours. But there's something else."
"Yeth, what?" Caroline asked frostily. Rebecca could tell she was entranced by Brendan's new dirty pillows. She couldn't blame her.
"You have to call Sam off. That talentless little witch, all she does is beat up bullshit stories with a creepy sex angle into something far beyond what they actually are. I mean, jeez, how did she even get a job in journalism anyway? Is her dad the boss or something?"
"Yeth, thort of," Caro replied distantly.
"Anyway, that's the deal. You do the story and make sure that horrible little freak stays well away. How's that sound?"
Caro paused a moment before reaching over and opening another of Brendan's shirt buttons, revealing another few inches of perfectly formed cleavage. She slowly ran her finger down the crevice of pleasure.
"Actuwawy," she purred, "There might thomething elthe I want too ..."
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