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and
improved "Jody Mark II" had, not just been well and truly R & D’d
(researched and developed), she’d been put into production and constructed!
    There
would be no more bad hair days, duffle-coats, boring outfits, cheap shoes, bras
that didn't fit, one color make-ups, unbranded handbags, men's watches, CND
badges, bobble hats, student seconds or charity shop specials. Never again!
    And, no
more ‘big knickers!’ The next time her skirt gets lifted, she’s going to enjoy
it. Not squirm and wriggle and fight it. Jody’s new underwear, or rather lingerie , will absolutely NOT be
purposely designed and coloured to instantly revile and disappoint any suitable
admirers lucky enough to be in this vicinity. Under her skirt that is.
    The Jody
Mark II now had a selection of office and social ensembles to match her newly
confident, calculating, assertive persona. Even her lingo had changed.
    This
stunning and now truly resplendent swan had just pulled off an Audrey Hepburn
like standard of transformation a la 'My Fair Lady'.
    And she
was still only eighteen!

Chapter 4
The ‘night life’
here sucks!

 
    “You know
there’s a queue Banner, eh?”
    A
disconcerted voice from behind Luke repeated himself, only this time a little
louder.
    Luke
turned his head and produced just the right sarcastic facial expression to say,
“I know, but I’m dealing with something important here. So, why don’t you leave
me alone and “go forth and multiply”, or, better still “fuck off” and go back
to where you came from. Stop harassing me and I’ll be done, when I’m done”.
    It
really is amazing just how many words you can convey with just one little
expression.
    The
phone call was with his lawyer. The one he always used when he needed
assistance with the law (funnily enough).
    Luke
wasn’t your usual con or hardened criminal. The bad guy in a suit you always
get in thousands of American crime dramas. He was more of an archetypal
“lovable rogue”. He liked to bend the rules rather than break them. He just
needed help with determining exactly how far they could be bent and that’s
where Graham Sinclair came in, from “Sinclair and Collins”.
    Graham
and Luke went back years. They first met over a driving licence incident. Luke
had been ‘done again’ for speeding. A hundred and four miles
an hour on the M40 near Oxford. His BMW320, apparently, had a very light
accelerator pedal. The problem was that he already had ten points on his
licence and this was going to get him disqualified.
    Luke’s
dad suggested “Sinclair and Collins” since he knew Mister Collins personally.
It was actually Graham Sinclair ‘Junior’ who came up with the goods and managed
to pull off a minor miracle for Luke. He still got a hefty fine but was able to
keep his licence on the grounds that it was required for his work. Complete
bullshit, of course, but it started off their mutually beneficial relationship
both privately and professionally.
    Having a
‘pet’ solicitor was highly convenient for Luke. Possibly too convenient and it may have even contributed to his love of rule
bending and sailing a little “close to the wind”.
    Up to
now Graham had been Luke’s “Get out of Jail Free” card. But this time it hadn’t
worked. All the lawyers in hell would have struggled with this one.
    “So… What
about the ‘Appeal’?” Luke’s frustration was starting to get the better of him.
    “The
‘Appeal’. What Appeal?” Graham’s incredulous reply came back.
    “The kid
is yours. He even looks like you. Luke, I haven’t seen this much incriminating
evidence since, well, ever. It couldn’t be more cut and dried if it tried. What
do you want me to do? We’ve gone over it a thousand times already. I don’t know
where to start. Your fingerprints are everywhere. You bought all the stuff. You
kept all the records. You must have fucked ‘em all, whether you remember it or
not. What the hell am I supposed to do?”
    Luke was
silent. He