"A. R. Morlan - The Anabe Girls" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morlan A R)

spaghetti-girls. Not that the other agents, the other agencies, didnтАЩt try to get their
girls to diet down to that gold standard of thinness, down past a size 2 into
Zero-land, a place far more magical and lucrative than Fairyland or even Never-Never
Land could ever hope to be. But little petty nuisances like fainting spells during five
mile runs, heart failure and even the occasional actual death just kept getting in the
way of any agency acquiring the perfect stable of ├Г┬╝bermodels ... until Miss Steal
came along, with a cadre of ultimate anorexics whose willpower and accompanying
success manifested itself in their perverse thinness.

No, Jacob corrected himself, Anabe Girls went beyond thin ... all you had to
do was add a тАЬgтАЭ and you had what they really wereтАФthings, devoid of physical
sexual markers like protruding breasts, or rounded buns. Tall, compressed Slim-Jim
women, who somehow found the energy to move up and down a runway, blink on
occasion, and not fidget in the hair and make-up chairs even as they eschewed all
manner of food or non-food like bottles of ice water, sticks of celery, or wads of
gum.

These ... girls were so calorie-deprived, they didnтАЩt even need two names (a
joke already considered old in modeling circles after the Anabe Girls had been on the
scene less than a year). So Jacob wasnтАЩt totally sure if Shane was staring at the neck
of Luryna or Lenmana as he quitted his station, and walked the five feet across the
dressing area to where Shane continued to peer at One-NameтАЩs exposed nape.

Even through the loose tee-shirt the model wore, Jacob could easily see her
spinal column, twin rows of protruding rounded knobs creating small rounded
shadows down her back as she leaned forward on the horizontal. Stabbing his
forefinger at her long neck, Shane glanced up at Jacob, and whispered, тАЬNow this is
sick.тАЭ

All Jacob could do was nod dumbly, as he leaned over to peer at the Anabe
GirlтАЩs papery-fine flesh, which sported a slightly depressed pair of brown-branded
initialsтАФтАЭSSтАЭтАФjust under the bottom of her hairline.

тАЬGoes to show you how seriously Miss Steal takes her position as CEO over
there ... the agency initials arenтАЩt good enough for Miss Thingie,тАЭ Shane said as he
gently pushed the ever-obedient modelтАЩs hair back down over her neck, then
grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her body back into an upright position.
Glancing over at her face, Jacob noticed that her expression never changed, nor did
her eyes move. And despite the surrounding rumble of hairdressers, make-up people
and dressers in the packed room, and the swish and snick of clothes being moved
on racks, and shucked off hangers, Jacob was certain that heтАЩd heard Miss
One-NameтАЩs joints creak and ratchet in their sockets as Shane changed her position
in that chair...
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PerFectLeeThin: My family doesnтАЩt understand what IтАЩm doingтАФthey donтАЩt
get how important it is for me to keep shaving another 100 calories off the daily total.
ItтАЩs like an equation, 105 (weight) minus 100 (daily calorie deduction) equals
PERFECTION (excuse my flame). You keep going until thereтАЩs nothing on either
side of the minus sign. If they knew about the diet pills, and the laxatives, and the