WENDI'S REVENGE

FICTION

Marcia K.-MN

I met Wendi quite by accident through some friends of mine. She is a nurse and works at the large general hospital here in town. It was quite innocently at a party that we met and started talking. I had always been interested in the nursing profession and thus knew more than she thought a mere man would know. My own profession of com- mercial artist also interested her since she had talents in art, too. Of course, I was more or less of a "free agent" doing work on consign- ment through Centurian Advertisements Inc. You'd probably never hear of them unless you needed some ads made and did not have the resources to do them yourself. You could contact the "Cents" and they would contact the nearest agent of theirs by mail or phone and off they would go. The agent set up the ads and such and the com- pany got a percentage without really dealing too much with customer or with the admen.

Well, like I said, I met Wendi and we hit it off. We had a few dates and on one of these she had a minor disaster when one of her bra straps broke and her breast sagged to a rather unnatural position. She broke down and admitted that she was rather flat chested. At that I'm afraid that I broke out laughing. It somehow hit me as so very funny in light of my own TV activities (which, however, I could not explain to her). My laughter really hit her very hard and she got seething mad. I tried to joke her out of the anger but it did not seem to help. When we parted she was still angry even though I had already long put it out of my mind. What I did not know was that she was one of those people that held grudges and I had just made a bad error which she could gloss over on the surface but which was still burning quietly in the back of her head. Nevertheless, a week later when I asked her for a date she accepted and we saw more of each other.

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