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    All
her life Reagan had envied women with large breasts, but now that she saw the
struggle Toni had in finding clothes that fit, she was grateful for her small
chest.
    “You
have the perfect figure for a corset,” Aggie said, eyeing Toni’s body appreciatively.
    Toni’s
eyes bulged. “A corset?” The word came out as a squeak.
    “I’ll
make you one,” Aggie offered. She instructed the clerk to take Toni’s
measurements and write them down for her.
    “Why
are you being so nice to me when I said that awful thing to you earlier?” Toni
asked.
    Aggie
shrugged. “I’ve been mistaken for worse, and I can tell you didn’t mean to hurt
my feelings.” Aggie stroked a loose lock of mousy brown hair behind Toni’s ear.
“Don’t let it bother you, honey.”
    “I
really am sorry.”
    “I
know. I forgive you.”
    Wow.
Reagan wasn’t sure how Toni had so quickly gotten on Aggie’s good side, but she
had to admit it was really hard to stay mad at someone as genuinely nice as
Toni always was.
    “Where
did you get your current wardrobe?” Myrna asked. “This store obviously isn’t
working for us. Do they have special stores for women with your, uh . . .”
Her gaze flicked to Toni’s chest. “. . . attributes?”
    “I’ve
had all my clothes for a really long time. Over ten years. I’ve been really
chesty since I was in junior high and haven’t changed shape much since. We
bought shirts several sizes too big and took in the waist, shoulders and arms
so they’d fit me right. Well, I didn’t. I’m terrible at sewing.”
    “We?”
Myrna asked.
    “Me
and my dad.” Toni flushed and glanced down at her boobs spilling over the cups
of her black bra. “He did all the sewing.”
    “Your
father sewed clothes for you?” Jessica said, her eyes brimming with tears. Reagan
searched her pocket for a tissue, but came up empty-handed. Rebekah came to the
rescue with one from her purse.
    “You’re
not actually going to cry over that, are you?” Reagan asked.
    “It’s
just so sweet,” Jessica said, dabbing at her eyes with the tissue. “None of my
stepfathers would have done anything like that for me.”
    Toni’s
cheeks had gone pink. “I think maybe he was trying to keep the boys away by
selecting clothes that were um . . . outdated. Ugly .”
    “Conservative,”
Myrna said, holding up Toni’s discarded blouse by the shoulders.
    “Conservative,”
Toni agreed.
    Reagan
winked and said, “It’s a good thing Logan got you out of those clothes so
quickly. Once he saw what was underneath, he was a complete goner.”
    Toni
laughed. “I wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to finally lose my
virginity.”
    The
revelation wasn’t news to Reagan—Toni had told her that Logan had claimed her
virginity within an hour of meeting her—but the other women in their group were
outraged.
    From
Aggie’s “I’ll tie his dick in a knot” to Myrna’s “It’s the rockstar thing,
isn’t it?” to Rebekah’s “Did he take advantage of you?” and Jessica’s “Men can
be such pigs,” Toni defended Logan.
    “He
didn’t take advantage of me,” Toni said. “I wanted it to happen, and he felt so
bad about it afterward because he wasn’t aware that I was that inexperienced.
He’s really good to me.”
    The
women went off again, talking over one another. Reagan stepped back to watch.
    Aggie
said, “He’d better be good to you, or he’ll answer to me.”
    Myrna
tapped her lip, her gaze shifting toward the ceiling, and asked, “So you would
have succumbed that easily to any man you found attractive? Or was it
the rockstar thing?”
    “He
seems like such a nice guy once you get to know him,” Rebekah said.
    Jessica
delivered her criticism with waving arms. “Can’t you see that he did take advantage of you? He’s a pig, I tell you.”
    Toni’s
lips drew into a harsher and harsher line as she struggled to find her voice.
    “Does
it matter how they got together?” Reagan asked, giving