She's some kind of hallucination, I'm sure of it. There's no way that's the same girl I met last year. Carson Cassimov didn't look like that. In fact, if it weren't for the remarkably similar facial features and the intense voice, I wouldn't have believed it. Old Carson had been chubby – maybe not fat, but definitely not hot. Old Carson had been dark and weird and poorly dressed. She'd been quiet and ordinary.

But this newer, sexier version of Carson.

She's wearing these little, tiny short-shorts that three months ago, I'm pretty sure she couldn't have struggled into. They're white. And some sort of…cotton-polyester something. And goddamn it, they are tight. I never knew she had legs for days…maybe it's because no one's ever actually seen her legs. And they are nice. They are very nice. I kind of want to spread them….

She's still not built like these other girls, though. She's slim through her midsection, so contrary to last year's model, but then there is a wonderful explosion of perfectly carved hips. She's no twig, and I'm feelin' that.

I want this creature. And I'm pretty sure I know how I'll get her.