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girls.” She laughed, looked down at her boobs and shook her head. She hadn’t magically changed or improved during the night but gave herself a wink, threw a duck face to her reflection and blew a kiss anyway. She assessed her herself quickly as she scrubbed her face.
    Long red curly hair, check. Freckles smattered lightly amid high cheekbones, arms shoulders and anywhere the sun touched her skin, check. Wide green eyes and full lips, check. Generous breasts, correction big tits spilling out of her camisole top. Er…check. Turning to the side she looked at her ample thighs and rotund belly.
    “I love you, body,” she said aloud.
    “And you are a wonderful machine.”
    She raised her eyes to heaven and began to brush her teeth.
    “Cass Evans, you are an idiot,” she announced through the foam in her mouth. She acknowledged that she was definitely becoming more and more like her mother every day. Not that she minded being a carbon copy of her mum, Alice. A very successful psychotherapist, Alice had encouraged Cass since forever to LOVE herself completely. Cass reckoned she was about halfway there allowing a little wiggle room for the odd burst of self-doubt and monthly bloat. Usually this was followed by body annihilation in spinning class which resulted in nothing more than a sore backside. Cass had long ago come to terms with the fact that her body could and would, always be described as voluptuous. And she was happy with that, happy in her own skin. She was healthy and she was alive. She was the lucky one.
    It was undeniable that her mum and dad were pretty cool though, and Cass was genuinely grateful that they were the most loving and considerate people on the planet. Her dad was a tutor in an art college in Devon, not far from where she had grown up. He specialised in the renaissance artists and the women who were their muses.  Not surprisingly, he possessed a built-in appreciation for buxom redheads.
    Cass had a small inkling that her dad could also be classed as a ‘feeder’ and made the best damn chocolate cake this side of the western world. Cass loved her parents dearly, even if at times she was a bit secretly envious of their adoration for each other. Being the only child in the family since her brother Harry’s death, it sometimes felt isolating for her. Dressing quickly she began to panic, as usual having spent too long daydreaming and generally arseing around. She was once again on the cusp of being late for work.
    Being her own boss, meant Cass always dressed casually for work. Black leggings and fuck-me boots, plenty of jewellery and a long tee were her uniform of choice. Working in the art scene suited her down to the ground. She could never do smart attire, it just wasn’t in her repertoire. Luckily, given the madness of London traffic, Cass lived only a two minute walk to work. That also made her continuous tardiness even harder to comprehend, according to her best friend and employee, Marie.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    (Cass)
    May your home always be too small,
    To hold all your friends.
    Irish proverb.
    W alking onto Kirkland lane and heading towards the gallery, Cass noticed a sleek black SUV moving down the street at great speed. As it passed, she saw the little black kitten that had been hanging around the last few days dart suddenly across the road. The black SUV skidded to a grinding halt inches from the kitten. The kitten looked sheepishly at the wheels of the SUV and instead of running away, chose that exact moment to sit down and begin washing itself. A man jumped from the driver’s seat and started to shoo the kitten away with his shoe. Cass heard the kitten yelp as his foot made contact . Oh no, you did not! What the hell!   It was at this stage Cass realised with some trepidation that she was going to get involved; regardless of how stupid it was to approach the vehicle. Ordinarily, Cass left the superhero stuff to her best friend Marie who was more prone to