girl's first moo
Anita was a pretty little thing, with warm skin and curly dark brown hair. She had jogged every morning since she was twelve and the twenty four year old was now hard and lean, and proud of her well-toned body. Proud enough for her to now be a personal trainer so she could work with other women to help them get bodies as perfect as hers! Unfortunately that meant anyone who wasn’t actively working to be fit was beneath her and Anita had no qualms about ‘encouraging’ people by insulting them to their faces.
Aside from making a few people cry Anita had never seen a downside to this tactic. That was, at least, until she had stopped a chubby little witch while the girl was on her way to buy a morning cup of coffee. Anita had been oblivious to the large stack of folders tucked under one arm and the dark shadows under the witch’s eyes that marked her as overworked and snappy. All Anita had seen was the pudgy girth around her middle and she had jogged on over to inform