CHAPTER 5 - A word to the wise. Never trust anyone that says ‘Trust me’

Chapter Three – Passports and Payments

Candi needs a forged passport and counterfeit references so she can pass herself as a bonafide female at her interview at Goldwing Airlines. She illicits the support of Michelle Murphy who has contacts in the underworld due to her ongoing relationship with Tony Carlotta. Tony's best forger, John Benstead, comes highly recommended but he's expensive and Candi is running out of cash. How far will she go to realise her dream of becoming an airline stewardess?

“For science!” Sophia exclaimed, and went into the other booth.

So when I was a child of 9ish i diecoverd my sister and I were similar in appearance. Thus started my foray into the wearing of her clothes. It began with what she had been wearing during the day and left in the bathroom when she bathed. We all just discarded our clothes in the same hamper. Mom would do the laundry and return it to its respective location in our dresser. She never checked the hamper for contents so I would take a piece of my sisters clothing and wear it to bed and return it to the bathroom hamper in the morning.

Author note:
I wrote this as a VERY short story in 1987 and placed it in the city of Carmel, CA.
Well, I decided to ramp it back and place it back in the town I lived in when it was conceived: Papillion, Nebraska.
The concept is sort of like “Come Back to Texas”, but with a high school freshman vibe.

And yes, Sharon tolerates them due to all of them being in the same class since Kindergarten.

7. If It Makes You Happy

If I live to be a hundred I shall never forget it.

Just then, a mobile started ringing.

We both looked around. On the bedside cabinet, my burner phone was ringing and vibrating.

I stood up and went over to it.

Chapter 6 One of the girls

Back at the flat the girls had decided that we would forget the casual looks for this evening and dress ‘to the nines’. So after a quick shower and moisturise I brushed out my hair, really glammed up with heavy evening-out make-up, put on one of my new undie sets, sheer tights, my ‘little black dress’ and some 3” heels, a quick spritz of hairspray and ‘Allure’, grabbed a clutch bag for my essentials, and went out to meet the others.

It was Gran who noticed one of the beef stores was a heifer. “You know I never bought me no heifer, Jenny. I’ve never raised a heifer. A young store costs a bit more, but is as easy to raise, and makes more meat and sells for more money than a heifer. I’ve always paid a bit more out to bring a lot more in three years later.”

Author's Note: We are about halfway done with the first story written for this trilogy, word-count-wise. I had written this as a teaser of the second story, the prequel. I hope you enjoy this foresight into how the supergroup had formed, and get a laugh or three out of this chapter. In any case, thank you for reading.

“Okay, now walk to me,” Rachel said with a smile, beckoning me across the room. It was hard, and we’d been at it for two days. My legs felt like lead even with the metal crutches lodged beneath my armpits. She’d said I wouldn’t need them forever; eventually I’d be able to support my own weight but for right now, I couldn’t even fathom standing up on my own. I looked to her weakly, forcing a smile, and putting one foot in front of the other. My hospital socks easily gripped the hard wood floor of my hospital room where she’d opted to do at least some of my physical therapy.