Edith saw her friend Rebbeca. Rebbeca was the same age as Edith, 14, but unlike Edith Rebbeca had developed quickly over the past year. She had a full bosom and curvatious hips. Edith, flat and skinny by comparison, couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.
"Hi Eedy!" Rebbeca called as she saw her.
Edith hated being called 'Eedy'. But she smiled and waved back.
As Rebbeca made her way over to her, her big boobs and ass jiggling like jello, Edith's watch suddenly beeped.
"Hey! What's that?" Rebbeca asked inquisitvely about the watch.
Edith blanched. "Erm... It's nothing... I-It's just a reminder that I need to take my insolin."
"I didn't know you were a diabetic!" Rebecca remarked.
"Erm, yes. Came on over the summer... And wouldn't you know it; I left it at home!" to emphasise her dismay she slapped herself, rather dramatically on the forhead.
"Look, sorry. I need to go back home and get it."
"Sure." Rebbeca replied with a slighty suspicious look in her eye, but then beemed. "See ya later, Eedy!"
Edith turned with a wave and began to trot away. Once she was a comfortable distance away she ducked into a side street and pressed a button on her watch.
The watch face vanished and was replaced by a miniture television screen, upon which was the image of a large, grey-haired man with a thick moustashe. It was Sir Roland Scott, head of the British srcret service.
"Ah, there you are!" boomed Sir Roland "We have need of you, Agent Lovette."
Edith stiffened and gave a brief salute "Always ready to serve Queen and country!" she chirped.
"Splendid!" replied Sir Roland. "Report to HQ imediently!"
"On my way, Sir" Edith game another salute then signed off.
Edith then made her way to a red telephone booth and dialed a code number. The booth rattled and with a woosh she was sucked into a narrow tube and sent flying beneath the streets on London.
In no time at all, she was deposited inside the underground base of the British Secret service.
"Ah!" barked Sir Roland "Agent Lovette, take a seat."
Edith straighted her skirt and sat down opposite Sir Rolands antique desk.
A screen rolled down behind Sir Roland and a projector started up.
"We need you for a rather dangerous mission, Agent Lovette." Sir Roland said sombrely.
"You can count on me, Sir!" Edith beemed
Sir Roland allowed himself to return a small smile.
"Well, your mission is..."
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