Female Inflation

The phone rang, as it had been all morning.

"Hello?" she asked, finally picking it up.

"Jodi? Where the hell you been? We need you in here to investigate something! Pronto!"

"A case? Right away, chief." She yawned, dropping the phone to the floor. Jodi didn't feel like going in today. Not after the night she had. She went back to bed for a while.

When Karen was about 10, a fortune-teller at a state fair had told her that one day she would be a "big girl" and change the course of history. Right now, she would be satisfied with just paying off her student loans and getting control of her life. Like most French History majors, her career prospects were rather dim. She had been somewhat lucky, therefore, to find a relatively well-paying job cleaning house for a rich Senator's wife.