Airtankgirl

Saturday mornings were a calm slow time in our household. That was really surprising actually, given that the house was in fact a converted water tower ten stories above the ground and it was also the secret base of the local superheroine, Airtankgirl. Me. I liked to spend my Saturday mornings doing nothing more than sitting in my jammies, reading magazines, and ignoring the doughnuts for a grapefruit. Which was exactly what I was doing at the moment.

"It’s not going to work."

"Come on out, I bet you look great," Lynn pleaded.

I stepped out from behind the curtain where I had changed into my costume.  Not my superheroine costume, my Halloween costume.  Sigh.

Laetitia had a wonderful life.  The coastal resort they were shooting the swimsuit section of the catalog was heavenly.  Clear water, clearer skies, warm sun and clean sand.  The supermodel backstroked towards the beach, her slim arms and shapely but powerful legs driving her through the water.  Still many yards out she rolled over onto her flat stomach and began to stroke for home when something below her in the water caught her eye.  No expert in tropical marine life, she was certain that there wasn't normally anything that glowed bright g

"It won't work," I squeaked.

"Yes it will. You always say that, " Lynn admonished me, in her high-pitched voice.

"Because it always doesn't work," I pointed out.

If you had walked into our dorm room and found myself and my roommate, Lynn both of us pumped up with enough helium to have our figures bulging with gas and our extra-large bodies floating and bouncing against the ceiling, you might find that odd. I know I would.