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- Acknowledgements
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- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
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- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
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- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Chapter 90
- Chapter 91
- Chapter 92
- Chapter 93
- Chapter 94
- Chapter 95
- Chapter 96
- Chapter 97
- Chapter 98
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- Chapter 100
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- Chapter 102
- Chapter 103
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- Chapter 111
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Even the thought made her stomach roil. How on earth would she begin to fill that gap in her life?
It was over. It had to be. But that didn’t stop it hurting. It didn’t stop her loving him.
Chapter 80
Chapter 80
As a supposed compromise, I continue with the car wash in order to raise my funds but, as I’m on crutches, I don’t do it in the bunny outfit. However, Greg continues to look at me with disdain – as if I’m still in the Bunny Girl get-up.
To be honest, it’s not a great success. Hopping around is uncomfortable, and I should be resting my foot, not putting my weight on it. It takes me ages to do each car and there’s very little interest in my services now that, to put it bluntly, my tits aren’t hanging out. What does that say about the human race? Or the male of the species in particular?
After a miserable, long day and a measly fifty pounds, I call it quits. It would have been so easy to have carried on as I was. Another couple of weekends and I would have had my sponsorship money. As it is, I’m going to have to do it the hard way. But I haven’t quite worked out what that is yet.
I can’t rope my sister in because she’s in no fit state to do anything. I’m so worried about her. She’s not eating and she’s drinking way too much – although not Totally Tropical, which I doubt either of us will ever touch again.
Despite the Ashton twins embarrassing themselves royally at the disastrous Party Party boat event, I managed to keep my job. Perhaps if I hadn’t so roundly injured myself, it might have been a different story, but apparently, there were some Health and Safety issues surrounding dressing people as fruit without adequate training, and it was decided not to sack me in case I sued the pants off them. It’s the first time in my life that I have felt grateful for the ridiculous rules of the EU.
So, my ‘embarrassing incident’, as it will be referred to, has been swept under the carpet – at work, if not at home – though I’m sure it will go down in the annals of company folklore once the pain has subsided. At Chez Ashton, however, the matter will clearly not be forgotten quite so quickly.