A light flashed and Sara blinked.

  "Turn please for the profile shot."

  Sara did as she was told. The officers down at the station had been kind enough to give her some spare clothing and she stood in deep depression with her arms hanging limply at her side. The light flashed again and the woman behind the camera pulled out a note pad and began to scribble on it.

  "Now just wait a second miss."

  Sara faced forward again and almost slipped; she grabbed hold of the wall and steadied herself as another growth spurt came and went. Luckily the clothing she had been given was particularly bulky, but she still felt it starting to squeeze her swelling body.

  "Are you okay?"

  Sara took in a deep breath, feeling the tight shirt squeeze her breasts, and looked towards the question.

  "Yes, thank you."

  The officer frowned.

  "You weren't standing up straight for the photos were you?"

  "Hmm?"

  "I could have sworn you were 6' 5" a second ago. Well, I don't have the time to take more snapshots." She erased her last entry of her pad and wrote in 6' 7". "Do you play basketball or somethin'?"

  "No."

  The officer blinked a few times.

  "I'll take you back to holding now , there's a phone in there you can make calls from."

  "Thank you."

  Sara plodded along, trying hide the fact that she had slightly torn the tops of her sandals. Her toes stretched about a half of an inch over the bases and she has to make slight fists with them in order to hold them in place.

  She walked into the large cell and listened as the metal door was closed and locked behind her. The cell wasn't packed, but those women that were in here didn't seem to be of the friendly persuasion. Luckily, they all took one look at her and shuffled into the corners; Sara was thankful for small miracles.

  The phone was a small, white, rotary phone made of scratched plastic. She picked up the cold receiver and started to dial. It began to ring.

  "Please, please be home."

  It rang a good six times, Sara almost lost hope when...

  "Yeah?"

  "Steph?"

  "Yeah?"

  "It's Sara. Man Steph, you sound like shit."

  "I've been drinking; quite heavily too."

  "I have a huge favor to ask of you."

  "Oh Sara, I don't know..."

  "Please Stephanie, you have to help me out." She heard Stephanie sigh.

  "What is it?"

  "I'm in jail."

  There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line.

  "What for?"

  "Can we discuss that a little later? I just need you to get me out of here."

  "I guess I can try."

  "Thank you Stephanie. Please get down here as quick as you can."

  "Sure." Stephanie hung up on her end.

  Sara looked into her receiver for a few seconds and then hung up hers. She walked over to the bench and sat down. One of her fellow inmates began to walk over to her but she gave them a sharp look and they backed away. Sara stretched out on her bench, taking almost all of it's space in the process, and started to nap.

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  "Sara? Hey! Wake up! I didn't take that long."

  Sara opened her eyes. The extra large t-shirt she was wearing had torn lightly over one of her broad shoulderd from her tossing and turning. Her back was fairly stiff and the shorts they had given her were riding up slightly between her firm buttocks.

  "C'mon miss." One of the police officers began to drum his nightstick along the rusted bars of the cell. "You're bail has been paid, you're free to go, for now."

  "Let's go Sara, I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to."

  Sara slowly got to her feet and heard Stephanie gasp. The cell door was opened and Sara stepped out. She looked down on her friend with a smile and trapped her in a big bear hug; easily lifting her off the floor.

  Stephanie's body froze and she hung there limply in Sara's embrace. Her strong arms squeezed her tightly and she was suffocating in the bulge of Sara's firm mounds.

  "I'm so glad you're here Steph."

  Sara dropped her. Stephanie backed up a few steps with a bewildered look on her face.

  "Yeah, sure ... come on."

  Sara picked up what was left of her sandals and dumped them in the trash as she followed Stephanie out.

  The officer put away his night stick and followed them. He stopped at the front desk, waving goodbye as he turned to the clerk.

  "That's a whole lot of woman."

  "You're tellin' me."

  Outside, Sara skipped lightly behind Stephanie who was staring down at her shoes. Sara couldn't hide her mirth; she kept clapping her hands girlishly as she tip-toed. They came to Stephanie's car and they separated to go to their own doors.

  "Steph, thanks again for coming to get me."

  Stephanie didn't look up; instead, she just shook her head.

  "Just get in the car Sara." Stephanie quickly got in.

  Sara frowned, biting her lower lip in dismay. She opened her door and looked at the seat. When she tried to get in, she found that there wasn't enough room for her long legs, they were bent too close to her body for any semblence of comfort. She stepped back onto the sidewalk.

  "Um."

  "Here." Stephanie pulled on a handle below the seat and pushed it back as far as it would go.

  "Thanks Steph." Sara tried to get in again. Sara's feet slid in front of her; her knees were still bent quite a bit, but she was inside the car. "I forgot the seat could do that."

  Stephanie felt the car lurch over to one side slightly and cringed.

  "You knew, you just wanted me to fix it for you."

  "Stephanie, I didn't mean anything..."

  "Sara, you wanted to show off."

  Sara was stunned, Stephanie looked at her for a split second then started the car and looked forward as she put it in gear. There was a few minutes of uncomfortable silence as neither one said anything to the other. Stephanie adopted a look of quiet and fuming anger and Sara kept stealing glances at her friend. It wasn't until they were over halfway to her apartment when Sara had worked up the courage to speak again.

  "Stephanie, I'm sorry."

  "Sara ... don't even start, okay?"

  Sara fidgeted, her knees pressing against the dashboard.

  Stephanie cleared her throat.

  "I see you've gotten ... bigger. Taller."

  Sara shrugged her shoulders, her curly brown hair spilling over their broad expanse.

  "I'm over six and a half feet tall now."

  "And this still doesn't bother you?"

  "Well, your attitude is bothering me a little more."

  "Can you blame me? Something really bizarre is happening to my best friend and she doesn't seem to care about it one bit! Not to mention that this whole thing has me really weirded out and all you want to do is try on new clothes and run around naked in public."

  "That was an accident! Some creeps stole my stuff while I was in the water at the beach!"

  "Yeah, I'm sure you didn't have all of that planned."

  "Stephanie!"

  "And you call me up in your 'time of need' just so you can throw it in my face again."

  "I needed you help, I was in trouble and I thought I could count on you."

  Stephanie sat there quietly, she made a perfect switch into another lane.

  "Thanks for bailing me out Steph."

  "Don't thank me, I didn't have the money to pay for it."

  "Where did you get it then?"

  "Benjamin."

  Sara put her hand to her temple, massaging away an imaginary headache.

  "You didn't tell him why you needed it did you?"

  "I didn't have to, I just told him you were in trouble and he understood."

  "Thank god for small miracles."

  "Yeah."

  "I have no idea how I'm going to repay him."

  "You don't want to ask how much the bail was." Stephanie turned a corner towards Sara's apartment.

  "Well, thanks then for picking me up."

  "It's okay. You'd do the same for me."

  "I did do the same for you."

  Stephanie smiled.

  "I guess what they say is right, paybacks are a bitch."

  "I'm glad to see you laughing with me again."

  "I love you Sara, I can't be grumpy with you forever."

  Sara put her hand on her friend's shoulder; Stephanie gave a sleight hint of discomfort and she withdrew it.

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