Celia’s Granddaughter (Nice Work)

‘Now, measurements.’ Holding a tape measure at chest height she snapped it hard. ‘Measurements?’ ‘For your uniform’ ‘Uniform?’ ‘Is there an echo in here? She asked ‘In here?’ I stupidly replied She clamped her hand across my mouth, and stepped closer pressing her enormous chest into mine. ‘Measurements’ she breathed I nodded, mute. ‘Arms up.’…

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