"Hello, big Sis!"
    "I don't want to talk to you. Where's Mum?"
    "She's got a headache. She's lying down, in the toilet."
    "Where is she?"
    "Don't you want to hear the news, Bets?"
    "No!"
    "I thought I'd stopped growing, but I grew some more last night, down the green."
    "I don't care. Down the green? You were down there? Who else was there?"
    "Just me and Sian. And Rachel and Monica and Jenny and Jennie and Jenni and Jennifer. And Gavin and Winston and Ollie. But I wasn't going to let any of them put their hands in my bra. So they took turns sucking my nipples, trying to make me start giving milk. It didn't work, but I must be three inches bigger this morning! I'm still going to school tomorrow morning, even though I am nearly busting out of my bra. I've got a note to give to the teacher and then I can be excused."
    "Excused what?"
    "Everything! My tits are so huge I can hardly even walk without knocking things over. Mrs Jones says I'm 76-22-40!"
    "Seventy-six?"
    "Maybe a bit more. I'm really huge, Betsy! You ought to see the size of me now!"
    "Well, I can't, can I?" said Betsy crossly. "I'm here and you're there. I suppose you're hopping about the way you usually do when you're on the phone."
    "I can't hop around any more. I'm too big to hop around any more."
    "What are you doing, then?"
    "Sitting down. I'm sitting in Mum's armchair in just my T-shirt and panties. No bra, it's too tight. I've got my feet pulled up on the seat of the chair and my tits are all squashed up inside my T-shirt and trying to come out of the top and the armholes. But mostly they're like resting in my lap, you know? My nipples are as big as my thumbs, only I can't see them from here 'cos they're on the front of my tits..."
    "Where else would you expect them to be?" Betsy snarled.
    "They're quite big, Bets," said Pandora in a hurt voice. "I ought to be able to see them from up here." She grunted and struggled briefly. "Ah, there they are! One of them, anyway. I can only see one at a time. Wow, they're really puffy! You know I said they were like my thumbs?"
    "I wish you'd stop going on and on about your nipples."
    "Okay, then. If you're not interested..."
    "How puffy?"
    "I thought you said you didn't want to know! Ever so puffy. My nipples are like thumbs, okay...?"
    "You've said that three times."
    "That's because they are. Not the whole thumb, just the last bit at the end. Without the thumbnail, though. Anyway, they're like stuck on the end of these big puffy bits. You remember how they used to be like ping-pong ball sized? Well now, if you got an apple and cut it in half � one of those big cooking apples � then you stuck these thumbs on the ends, that's what my tits would look like if you could see them, only they're stuffed inside my T-shirt so you can't really see them. I mean, I can't see them at all, but if you were standing in front of me you'd be able to see."
    "I don't care!"
    "Okay, Bets. I only thought you might be interested..."
    "You're only interested in you! You talk about yourself all the time. What about Zara? And Tina?"
    "She didn't come with us. She was in the front room with Barry Boggis. She says she got a result."
    "A result?"
    "She got on the scorecard. She made it. She's not a virgin any more."
    "But she's only ... what is it with you kids? Where was Zara? Barry's supposed to be her boyfriend."
    "She's shagging Barry's dad. Hello? Bets...?"

"Betsy always puts the phone down when I'm still talking to her!"
    "Maybe she had to go somewhere in a hurry," Tina suggested. "What were you talking to her about?"
    "My tits, mostly. They're so huge, Tee!"
    "Tell me about it...!"
    "I've told you already. I can't tell you any more, can I? You can see how big they are from there. I have to tell Betsy about them 'cos I'm here and she's there and she can't see them. So I was telling her when she put the phone down. How did it go with Barry Boggis?"
    "I've already told you." Tina reddened, regretting having told her little sister quite so much detail of her evening's entertainment. "We got on okay."
    "Did he drink your milk?"
    Tina squirmed uncomfortably. "So what if he did?"
    "Nothing. Probably nothing, anyway. I've been thinking about my tits getting so huge."
    "Pandora! Stop going on about your tits getting so huge!"
    "But I think I know what's causing it," said Pandora.
    "You what? Causing it? Nothing's causing it, you've just grown, that's all."
    Pandora shook her head firmly. "It's milk."
    "Milk? Bollocks!"
    "Don't swear, Tina. It's milk. Jones-milk. Have you ever drunk milk next door?"
    "Now and again. Why?"
    "Betsy hasn't. Nor has Zara."
    Tina looked startled and suddenly interested. "Betsy's never been next door..." she said thoughtfully. "But we've had some of next door's milk here. Mum borrowed some."
    "Only once, when the Joneses first moved in. And I'm sure Betsy didn't drink any. She pulled a face and didn't want any 'cos it was girl-milk."
    "Zara...? Hey, Zara doesn't like girl-milk either. She didn't want any of mine the other night."
    "That's right. I had to drink it all myself. I've drunk gallons of Jones-milk. And loads of yours. You've drunk quite a lot of Jones-milk..."
    "And had lots of Mrs Jones' rice puddings. But drinking girl-milk doesn't make tits grow."
    "How do you know? Nobody's tried it all that much, have they? But look at us. I've had more than you and I've grown more. Zara and Betsy haven't drunk any at all, and they're still the same size they always were. And the Jones girls have drunk it all their lives; that's why they're all so huge."
    "Why do I have milk and you don't?"
    "You're a year older than me."
    Tina seemed too preoccupied to mention that Sian was the same age as Pandora. "Do you think my milk works the same as Jones-milk?" she asked with a trace of anxiety.
    "Of course it does. It's all girl-milk, isn't it?"
    Tina went quiet, blushing and biting her lip. "Barry had some of mine..."
    "How much?"
    "All of it. Twice!"
    "Wow, Tina!"
    "What's going to happen to him?"
    "Maybe nothing. He can't grow tits, can he?"
    "Yeah, but what if he grows something else?"
    "You mean...?"
    "It's big enough already. It was a pretty tight fit last night."
    "I bet it wouldn't have been too tight for me," Pandora claimed matter-of-factly. "I've got the biggest tits in the world, so I've probably got a pussy to match."
    "But he doesn't need a bigger one," said Tina desperately. "It's big enough. If he grows a great big one and he finds out what's made it grow, he'll go ballistic. He'll never speak to me again!"
    "Never mind," said Pandora airily. "There must be loads of boys around with small willies who don't like drinking girl-milk from their girlfriends. Maybe you could have Gavin. He's only this long and he didn't want any of Sian's milk last night. Winston's gigantic! He might be a tight fit even for me! Tina? Where are you going...?"

"Hi, Zar!"
    Zara stared at her gigantic little sister. "What do you want?"
    "Just to talk."
    "I'm busy. If I don't finish this homework I'll get shot."
    "No you won't. The school doesn't shoot girls. Not for not doing homework, anyway. I want to tell you something. Something important."
    "I don't want to know. Go away."
    "It's about tits."
    "I don't want to know about your tits, Pandora."
    "Not my tits, Zar. Yours."
    Zara tugged her shirt tighter around her bosom. "What about my tits?"
    "Do you want them to get bigger? Much bigger? As big as mine. I know how you can do it."
    "I don't want tits as big as yours. Yours are grotesque."
    "Yeah, I know! How about as big as Tina's, then? Or Betsy's?"
    Zara was firmly hooked. "What are you on about?"
    "I know how my tits got to be the giantest in the world!"
    "There's no such word as giantest."
    "There is now," said Pandora firmly. "You don't have to be as big as me, 'cos it's pretty inconvenient, getting in and out of cars and stuff. You'd want to be able to get into Mr Boggis' car..."
    "Not so loud! How?"
    "How what?"
    Zara gritted her teeth. "How did your tits get to be the giantest in the world?"
    Pandora giggled delightedly. "Easy! I drink lots of milk."
    "Milk? I drink milk too."
    "But I drink girl-milk. Sian's and Tina's."
    "Yuck! I'd be sick. Milk from girls!"
    They're only girls, Zara. There's no difference between girls and cows. Girls are cleaner, probably. I know Sian's Welsh, but Tina's your own sister. Anyway, Tina got bigger because she drank Jones-milk and ate lots of Jones rice pudding. I've drunk tons of Sian-milk and lots of Tina's, too. So did Barry last night. He might start growing tits soon."
    "Barry? He can't grow tits!"
    "Not so loud, Zar, Mum will hear you. Tina reckons he might grow an extra big willie. Not an extra willie, just the one he's already got will get extra big. How big's his dad's?"
    "None of your business!"
    "I don't care, really. But if he wanted his little girlfriend to have huge tits, he could have what he wanted, couldn't he? All you'd have to do would be to drink a few glasses of milk and they'd start getting bigger. Then you'd stop."
    "Just like that? You stop when they're big enough?"
    Pandora considered. "Not quite. I haven't had any Sian-milk for two nights and I'm still growing, so maybe it keeps working for a couple of days after you finish drinking it. You could try drinking Tina's for a couple of days, just to see what happened."
    "Are you sure?"
    "Course I'm sure! I've done it, haven't I? I've drunk glasses and glasses of Sian-milk, and look at the size of mine. They're the giantest..."
    "Yeah, yeah! You're sure it's not anything else causing it?"
    "It's milk, all right. The Jones girls have been drinking each other's milk for years, and look at them. Try some tonight. Have a word with Tina. It's ever so nice, sweeter than cow milk."
    "I don't know..."
    "I'll fetch you some!"

"Betsy's coming home this weekend, Tina, so you'll have to tidy up her room and make the bed."
    "Oh, Mum! I can't make beds with these boobs!"
    "Tina! You can make beds perfectly well as long as you express your milk first."
    "Why can't Pandora do it?" Tina muttered sullenly.
    "Don't be silly, Tina. Pandora has a Condition. Dr Wallace told us. She's got to go on a special diet for a month to see if her breasts will stop growing."
    "The little cow! Lying in bed all day..."
    "Tina! That's enough. Betsy will be home tonight. You've been milked? So make that bed this minute. I shan't tell you again."
    Zara came downstairs, even grumpier than usual. She sat down and sniffed the milk jug. "What's in here?"
    "Milk," Mrs Smith sighed.
    "Is it milkman's milk? It's not from next door?"
    "Of course not! Hurry up and get your breakfast while I take Pandora's up to her room."
    Zara poured a trickle of milk on to her cornflakes, no more than a teaspoonful. She took a cautious portion on her spoon, sniffing it suspiciously.
    "What's up with you?" Tina asked her as soon as their mother had left the kitchen.
    "I'm allergic to dairy products," said Zara. "It's all Pandora's fault."
    "It's not working yet. You've tried it for a week and yours are still the same size."
    "I don't care. Mine are big enough anyway. I wouldn't want a pair of seventy-six inchers like our baby sister!"
    "Eighty-three. I measured them for her again last night. She's a whole yard bigger than me now."
    "She's growing more than an inch a day! And I drank all that milk from you and mine haven't grown at all. The only difference is..."
    "There is a difference?"
    Zara hesitated. "Yeah, but don't tell Mum! And don't tell Pandora!"
    "Tell them what?" Tina whispered eagerly.
    Zara opened the neck of her school blouse and pulled down one of the sleeves. Then blushing and glancing round in case there were any witnesses, she cautiously revealed one armpit.
    "Shit, Zara! You've got more than Eirlys under there!"
    "You should see the rest of me."
    "What, down there? Between your legs?"
    "Don't say things like that, Tina, it's horrible!"
    "It's not. We've all got hair on our pussies. Pandora's got lots, only you can't see hers 'cos her tits hang down in front of it."
    "Don't you start talking about her tits. It's bad enough having her talk about them all the time. Do they?"
    "Do they hang down in front of her pussy, you mean? Yeah. They come right down to here." Tina made a chopping motion with one hand halfway down her thigh. It was as far as she could reach downwards. "That's why she's got to stay in bed, Mum says. If she walks around without a bra they'll get all stretched down past her knees. Anyway, how hairy is yours?"
    Zara hid her armpit away. "I don't want to talk about it. It's hairy. I can't wear a bikini."
    "Nor can I, with these tits. I'd like to see Pandora in one..."
    "I've got hair growing right out to here," Zara whispered, blushing as she pointed to the peaks of her pelvic bone. And it's spreading right out of the top of my pants and growing up to my belly button."
    "Wow, Zara, cool! And you got all that just from drinking my milk? It must be powerful stuff. I know I wasn't keen when Pandora first told me, but now I can't wait to see what it's done to Barry!"

Barry hovered just inside the living room door and coughed politely. Pandora looked up, blinked, blushed, hurriedly put her knees together, thought about bringing her legs down from where they were draped over the arms of the chair, almost farted out loud, blushed again and finally emitted a faint squeak.
    "Hello," said Barry. "Your mum said you were in here."
    "Barry? Tina's not here. Nor is Zara. They're at school. Why aren't you there?"
    "I had to see the doctor. And it was you I wanted to see."
    "Me?"
    Barry advanced into the room and tried not to stare at Pandora. He failed miserably.
    "Hello," he said again. "I mean, hello, Pandora."
    "Hello, Barry."
    "You're huge! I mean, Tina told me all about your ... about you at the weekend. But she didn't say you were as ... I mean ... like as big as you are."
    "I wasn't, then," Pandora admitted. "I've grown a lot since then. The doctor said I've got to stay at home in bed. But bed was boring so Mum let me sit down here as long as I don't try and walk."
    "You can't walk?"
    "I could, but it hurts my back. I'll be getting a special bra and stuff soon."
    "Wow! I mean, I'm sorry, Pandora. It must be horrible."
    Pandora considered. "No, it's okay. If you've got the biggest tits in the world, they're bound to be heavy, I suppose."
    "Wow! Are they the biggest in the world? The whole world? Tina said they were huge, but ... the biggest in the world!"
    "Somebody's have to be."
    "I s'pose so. But, I mean ... wow!"
    Pandora was beginning to wonder if Barry knew any other words. Perhaps he was nervous, although why he should be she had no idea. She herself felt more at ease now the subject of conversation was the size of her tits. She could discuss them for hours. "Why don't you sit down?"
    Barry mumbled his thanks and apologies, looked longingly at the couch then sat on the floor at Pandora's feet.
    "It's no good down there, Barry. I can only see the top of your head. My tits are so huge, you see..."
    Barry scrambled up and finally perched on the edge of the couch, directly facing Pandora. She was aware that her position was not the best for receiving young gentleman callers but it was too late to change it now. She pressed her knees closer together but couldn't help feeling that it might have been better if she had worn panties.
    "Is it comfortable, sitting like that?" he asked her after a few minutes.
    "It stops my tits falling down," Pandora explained.
    "I suppose it would."
    "It does. I've tried. If I didn't have my legs up here, my tits would either roll around in my lap or they'd slide off the chair altogether." She made a hopeless attempt at tugging her T-shirt across her broad rump. To her horror she could feel the cool breeze from the open window blowing across her naked bottom. There could be little doubt that Barry could see just about everything there was to see. He was the colour of the postman's van, yet he seemed unable to tear his eyes away. The breeze blew again, and Pandora felt it ruffle her pubic hair. That meant he could probably see right up inside...
    "When are you coming back to school?" he asked.
    "Dunno. I'm still growing. What's wrong with you, anyway?"
    "Wrong?"
    "Why did you have to see the doctor."
    "I ... oh, just something. I mean ... nothing, really."
    "Oh. Would you like a drink?"
    "A drink? You mean ... milk?"
    "If you like. You'll have to go and ask Mum, though..."
    "Your Mum? You mean she's...? Same as Tina? And you, too?"
    "What, giving milk? Me? No! We only drink cow-milk now. I've had to stop drinking girl-milk altogether. These things are big enough now, aren't they?"
    "Drinking girl-milk did that to you?" Barry's hair stood on end. He had somehow contrived to go pale and bright red at the same time.
    "Yeah. I drunk lots. Sian's and Tina's."
    "Tina's milk?"
    "Lots of it. It's nice and sweet, isn't it!"
    Barry nodded, blushing deeply. "Could it be what's made me grow?"
    "You haven't got tits, silly!"
    "Not tits. It's my ... elsewhere."
    "Your willie?" Pandora shrieked.
    "Shhhh, Pandora!"
    "Your willie's grown? Show me!"
    The words came out in a rush. "It was pretty big before. But since the weekend, it's grown ever so much more. It's as big now soft as it used to be hard. And now when it's hard, it's monster!"
    "I'll stand up and show you my tits if you show me your willie."
    Barry squirmed uncomfortably. "I can't undress. What if your mum came in?"
    "She won't. She's used to Betsy having boys round. Besides, we won't need to get undressed. You just drop your jeans and pants. I won't even need to take my T-shirt off."
    "You won't?"
    "No. Look." And she swung her legs down off the arms of the chair, which she had been longing to do for ages to stop flashing her genitalia at her sisters' boyfriend. Her breasts rumbling and rolling dangerously, she hauled herself to her feet. Sure enough, her mammoth breasts plunged downwards to their full length, the nipples and their puffed-up surrounds appearing below the hem of the T-shirt and reacting instantly to the chill autumn air. "See? Now you can show me yours!"
    "I ... can't! You're a girl!"
    "I know," said Pandora. "That's why I've got these." She waddled ponderously towards him in a kind of caricature of her usual hip-twitching walk, everything swaying and dangling and bouncing against her thighs.
    "No ... I mean..." Barry stood up slowly. He glanced at the door as if measuring his escape.
    "Let me," she said, and lowered herself to her knees, none too gracefully. Her fingers found the unfamiliar controls of his jeans, fumbled for a moment, then she gave a satisfied little grunt. "There!"
    "Pandora! Gently!"
    "Okay," she said, yanking his jeans down to his ankles in a single decisive movement. A most interesting sight now occupied her full attention. She touched it with a fingertip through the smooth cotton.
    "Pandora, be careful with it!"
    "Does it hurt?"
    "Not yet!"
    With infinite care and reassuring gentleness, Pandora eased Barry's underpants down. She'd never seen a pair of these before; Winston and Gavin had been wearing boxer shorts on Saturday night. "They're all stretchy and soft," she whispered wonderingly. "Wow! That's the biggest one I've ever seen!"
    Barry was filled with pride. "How many have you seen?"
    "Three. Including yours. It's even bigger than Winston's. Is it hard or soft?" She poked it with her fingernail. "Wheee! It moves on its own!"
    "Careful, Pandora!"
    "It's getting even bigger! And harder. It goes up and down on its own..."
    "We'd better put it away, Pandora."
    "Not yet. I want to play with it."
    "It's not a toy. Oww!"
    "Don't let's put it away yet. I know where we can put it..."

"Wow!" breathed Sian. "Where did you put it, Panda?"
    "Nowhere. Mum came in."
    "Oh, no! What did she do?"
    "She sent me up here to bed without any dinner. And she told Barry she wanted a word with him in private. Tina and Zara are going to be real mad at me if she stops him seeing them. That's why I haven't told them yet. So what's your bit of news you wanted to tell me? You got a date with a boy?"
    Sian's face fell as she came back to the real world. "No, nothing like that. We're moving again. To France."
    "France? But you've only been here a couple of weeks!"
    "I know! It's Daddy's fault. He's gone and got another job."
    "Why can't he go on his own and leave you here?"
    "'Cos it's for five years, so he's got to move house and everything. France! Yuck!"
    "You can't go! We're bestest friends!" Pandora wrung her hands. Tears had begun trickling down her cheeks. She dashed them away but more spurted out. Life without the Joneses...
    "Don't cry, Panda, you'll start me off. I've been okay so far, but..."
    "Let's run away together!"
    "We couldn't. We're only eleven, they'd catch us. Besides, we can't run, can we?"
    "Sian!" Pandora held out her arms and her friend, sitting on the edge of the bed, rolled into her embrace, their tears mingling.
    "I'm going to miss you..."
    "When do you have to go?"
    "Wednesday."
    "Oh, no!" She tried to bury her face in Sian's bosom, but only ended up burying it in her own.
    "Have a drink, Panda."
    "I'm not thirsty."
    "All this cuddling's making my milk come in. I'm going to explode if you don't suck me."
    "I can't! I mustn't! The doctor said..."
    "Bugger the doctor!"
    Sian's dripping nipples were far too inviting to resist. Pandora grabbed hold with both hands and began drinking. There was so much of it...


"As I told you on the phone, Mrs Smith, I don't normally do house calls..."
    "It's an emergency, Gerard. The poor girl can't get out of bed."
    Gerard came indoors and Mrs Smith closed the door, showing Gerard into the front room and hurrying into the kitchen.
    "I've just put the the kettle on. Pandora's getting up and coming downstairs. She's very upset; her friend's moving away this morning."
    "Next door?"
    "The Jones family. They've only been here a little while. But of course, you know them, don't you?" Mrs Smith bustled in with a tray.
    "I saw the removal lorry outside. I ... I shouldn't mention this, but Mrs Jones hasn't paid me for Sian's latest bra..."
    "Oh, no." She poured the tea. "I'm sure she'll put a cheque in the post. Help yourself to milk. Mrs Jones brought us a few pints this morning, enough to last a week. She said she'd only be throwing it away otherwise."
    Gerard took a grateful sip.
    "Of course, Betsy and Zara won't touch a drop of it. They're convinced it's from Mrs Jones' girls!"
    Gerard put down the cup with a clatter and dug in his pocket for a handkerchief.
    "Ah, that will be Pandora now. You haven't seen her for a while? She's ... grown. Quite a lot, I'm afraid! The doctor said she had to go on a special diet and it seemed as if it might be working until the weekend. I mean, she was still growing, but much more slowly. But these last three or four days she's had a tremendous growth spurt. Her period's not due for another week. I hope she's not..." Mrs Smith stopped, turning pale and counting on her fingers.

Betsy Smith had the biggest tits in the school again. Just. Of course, if her younger sisters hadn't left to continue their studies under private tuition, it might � it would � have been a very different story. Betsy had been welcomed back with open arms. Her brief sojourn at boarding school hadn't worked out, she told the teachers.
    She was as popular with the boys as ever. Of course, over the past few months she'd lost quite a lot of weight � the result of this special dairy produce-free diet of hers � especially round the bust. But she was a kind-hearted girl who believed in fair shares for all her friends. She didn't have too many enemies amongst the boys.
    Many of them asked her about her sisters, but Betsy remained uncommunicative on the subject. They had a private teacher who came in every day and taught the girls at home. It was just the same as school but it was like being excused everything.

It was uncommonly warm for early May, and those members of the Smith family who did not attend school lay sprawled in the sun on the back lawn. They made a somewhat untidy, bulky spectacle. Mrs Smith, spectacularly pregnant, sipped a long drink through a straw and fidgeted with a paperback. Zara, equally pregnant, was grooming the fur on her thighs with a long-handled brush. Tina, almost precisely as pregnant as the other two, was busy with her milking machine, a sturdily industrial arrangement of stainless steel containers and plastic pipes. Only Pandora had avoided tarnishing what was left of the family's reputation. She reclined in a sun-lounger, hiding behind her shades, tinny music leaking out of her headphones.
    It was perhaps fair to say that none of them should really have been wearing bikinis.
    Sadly, all of them were.
    Gerard wasn't complaining. He could always avert his eyes when measuring the Smith family, who brought him an astounding amount of business. The latest bulk order had been for more than twenty-six feet of bikinis, of which Betsy and Zara combined had contributed only eighty inches.
    It was all the fault of the Boggis family, really. Barry's dad had accounted for Zara when he finally lost control on an inflatable camping mattress in the back of his Renault Espace with the seats folded down. The other two pregnancies were Barry's. His newly-grown manhood lacked nothing in potency. He'd have completed a clean sweep but every time he'd thought he was in a position to put it to the frothingly ready and achingly willing Pandora, they had been rudely interrupted. This had happened on half a dozen separate occasions until the morning Mrs Boggis discovered her husband's liaison with Zara, at which point a whole wagon-load of ordure practically buried the fan. The Boggis family were out of town within three days.
    Poor Pandora! In a state of seething frustration she had turned to drink, until the doctor put her back on her no-milk diet, by which time her bust had increased by a mighty seventeen inches in a month.
    "They must be the biggest in the world," muttered a shaken Gerard after one of the most recent bra-fitting sessions. This confused Pandora, who had been firmly convinced that she had already held the record for several months, and she was at least a couple of feet bigger now.
    "What have we got this afternoon?" Tina yawned.
    "I've got Biology," said Zara. "You've got French and Pandora's got Geography."
    "Why can't we all do the same thing at the same time?" Pandora wondered.
    "Because we're all different ages, of course."
    "But we all learn the same things, only on different days. I had the same Maths homework as you last week and Tina had the same English composition as me."
    "Don't be silly, Pandora. If you're not twelve yet and Tina's thirteen and I'm fifteen, we can't all be in the same class."
    "You're only scared I'd do better than you. That new teacher fancies me."
    "No he doesn't. He fancies me."
    "No, me!"
    "Why should he fancy a couple of pregnant cows?"
    "Stop it, Pandora," said Mrs Smith. "And the rest of you. Why can't you all be nicely behaved like the twins from next door?"
    The girls fell into a gloomy silence. The twins had moved into the Jones' old house a couple of months ago. Melinda and Martyn Robinson were thirteen years old, fair-haired, rosy-cheeked, and beautifully behaved. The girls hated them with a deep and burning passion.
    "Oh, no!" Zara put down her hair brush and wrapped a towel round her legs. "Talk of the Devil and he's sure to appear."
    "Hello, Mrs Smith," chirruped Melinda brightly. "Mummie asked us to come and ask you a very great favour."
    It had taken a number of weeks before Mrs Robinson had allowed her little darlings to set foot in what was clearly such a hotbed of unbridled lust as the Smith household. The twins were fascinated by the Smiths. They were too polite to stare, but they couldn't take their baby-blue eyes off Mrs Smith's swollen belly, Zara's bosky armpits and the verdant love-trail weaving its way up across her pumpkin baby-mound, and Tina's constantly flooding breasts which rested like gourds on her nearly-eight-month mountain. Most of all, they were fascinated by Pandora's gigantic bust.
    There was plenty for them to look at.
    "A favour?"
    Melinda tore her eyes away from Pandora's nipples. "Yes, please. Mummie would like to borrow something."
    "She'll pay you back."
    "Oh, yes, it's only for borrows, not for keeps."
    "What does she want to borrow?"
    "Only a pint of milk."
    "Milk?"
    "Yes, please. If you can spare it, she says."
    "We've got loads of milk! Zara, dear. Go up to the house and bring a bottle of milk for Mrs Robinson."
    "Why me?"
    "Tina's busy, and you can't make poor Pandora walk all the way up there and back."
    "It's only ten yards!"
    "Exactly. So hurry up."
    Zara flounced off, failing to keep her legs covered with the towel. The twins watched, fascinated. Zara's bikini line was in need of attention, preferably with a lawnmower.
    "My," said Martyn. "Isn't it warm for the time of year!"
    "Yes," agreed Melinda. "Isn't it!"
    That seemed to close that particular thread of conversation, but Pandora suddenly yelled over the personal din of her personal stereo. "It's so hot, would you two like a drink?"
    "Thank you, Pandora."
    "That would be most welcome!"
    A foxy grin stole across Pandora's face. "How about a nice glass of cool milk?"
    Tina sat up straight. "Milk? Pandora..."
    Mrs Smith beamed. "That's a good idea, Tina. Nip indoors and fetch the twins a nice big glass of cold milk each."
    "Mum, I..."
    "Go on, child! You've finished what you were doing. Look after your guests."
    "I don't think it's the kind of looking after our guests are really looking for, Mum..."
    "Just do it, Tina!"
    Tina did it. She came out of the house with two big glasses, brimming with milk, and handed one to each Robinson twin.
    Pandora turned up the volume in her headphones and smiled to herself.

The End