Body Movers 2 Bodies for the Price of 1

"Does this make my ass look big?" Carlotta Wren stood in the dressing room of Neiman Marcus in the Lenox Mall inAtlanta, Georgia, her arms full of designer bathing suits that Angela Ashford, one of her least favorite customers, wanted to try on. They weren't even halfway through the selections and already Carlotta wanted to murder the woman. She dutifully glanced at Angela's surgically sculpted glutes falling out of a tiny patch of metallic-blue fabric. "No, your, um, ass looks...great." Angela tossed her blond hair over her shoulder and pouted at her rear reflection in the three-way mirror. "You think?" Carlotta's mouth watered to say, "Way better than it looked in high school," but bit her tongue. It was part of the game, after allAngela played the role of poor little rich girl with a confidence problem, and Carlotta played the stroking, sympathetic friend. Both of them deserved an Oscar. Angela turned around and carefully rearranged her newly acquired breasts in the bikini top that barely covered her nipples. Then she slipped her narrow feet into the silver high-heeled sandals sitting nearby and performed a three-quarter turn to peruse her long, slender figure from all angles. Carlotta tried not to compare her own ample curves to the woman's lean lines. Or her own gap-toothed grin to Angela's perfect, Clorox smile. She wasnotjealous of Angela Ashford. "This suit is a definite maybe," Angela announced. Carlotta managed not to roll her eyesthe sixth "definite maybe" so far. "I have to warn you that the trim on that suit won't hold up to chlorine." Angela made a face. "Good grief, I don't actually swim in our new poolI don't even knowhowto swim. I just want to look amazing." Carlotta bit down on the inside of her cheek. "Do you want to choose from the ones you've set aside so far, or do you want to try on the rest of these?" Angela looked irritated. "I'll try on the rest." Then she smiled meanly. "And I'll be needing several new spring outfits. With shoes, of course. Peter told me to treat myself to anything I wanted since he just got ahugebonus and our wedding anniversary is coming up. He's so generous." Carlotta busied herself removing the next bathing suit from its hanger, trying not to react. Peter, as in Carlotta's former fianceacute;. Just like every time Angela came in for a shopping binge, Carlotta reminded herself that her relationship with Peter Ashford had ended over a decade ago. To be precise, one week after her father had skipped bail on his indictment for investment fraud and he and her mother had gone on the run. The local media had had a field day.RANDOLPH WREN FLIES THE COOP RANDOLPH WREN, FUGITIVE JAILBIRD RANDOLPH WREN AND WIFE VALERIE ABANDON CHILDREN Just a few weeks shy of eighteen, Carlotta hadn't been a child, but she'd led a rather charmed and sheltered life up to that point. Suddenly faced with raising her nineyear-old brother, Wesley, and with no extended family to rely upon, she had clung to her boyfriend, Peter. Too tightly, apparently, because after the headlines had exploded, he had explained over the telephone that their lives had grown too far aparthe was in college at Vanderbilt University in Tennessee, and she still had to finish her last semester of high school in Atlanta. Translation:Your name is tainted and I don't want to be associated with your family scandal. With maturity and hindsight, she had come to understand why Peter had bowed out, but at the time, the rejection of the man she had loved for most of her teenage years, the man who had taken her virginity, had been akin to having her heart surgically removed. "I hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable when I talk about Peter," Angela said as she yanked the tie to the bikini top, baring her rigid boobs. She kicked the two-hundred-dollar scrap of Lycra across the floor of the dressiBond, Stephanie is the author of 'Body Movers 2 Bodies for the Price of 1', published 2007 under ISBN 9780778324829 and ISBN 0778324826.