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Farrah lay atop the bright purple float, laying on it like a bed. Her sunglasses are on but her eyes are closed. One hand is behind her head of pink hair while the other rests atop her belly. With a little meat on her bones, she has a curvy but healthy build, although she wouldn't mind losing a pound or two. Those little cupcakes are just so tempting! Still, it's not like anyone has ever complained when glimpsing the blue and black salamander in all her glory, those rare and lucky few.

The local pool is alive with chatter and the playing of the adult children swimming about, but Farrah drowns them all out. She's deep in thought, contemplating her past and her future. It wasn't all that long ago, about three years now, when she lived with her parents and siblings in a strict Muslim household in Dearborn. However, the Lebanese Voeldahn wanted none of it. Islam always felt like a load of bull, and her family reacted to this opinion with the anticipated shock and horror.

Because of her sudden disbelief, she was sent away. Not to live with family or friends! That would be too kind! Instead, she found herself standing outside with her bank card and a backpack. She moved to Ferretville shortly thereafter, where she's been living a modest but quiet life ever since. Sadly, she's found it hard to break out into modeling and fashion, the two things she cares the most about, if we don't include men. Suddenly, her thoughts are interrupted, her concentration broken by a shrill voice.

“Farrah! You've got a phone call!” One of her friends shouts to her.
“Well, answer it!” She yells back, rolling off the float and landing in the water with a 'kerplunk.'

She swims to the far edge of the pool, dodging a guy who tries to cop a feel, as if she didn't know exactly what he was doing. She might just let him touch her, but he's not her type. Reaching the edge, she grabs the edge and holds out a hand.

“For real?!” Her friend gasps, in fear for her phone's life.

Farrah nods and motions with her fingers. She insists, and when she makes up her mind to do something...

“Hello?” Farrah pulls herself up, her breasts resting on the edge of the pool. “Uh-huh... OH! That sounds great! … Of course I'm interested! How's tomorrow? … Or tonight works too... Yeah. Yeah, I can do that... Oh... Yeah, I'm comfortable with that! … Great! Text me the address! I'll see you then! Buh-bye!”

Ending the call, Farrah passes the phone to her friend.

“Go ahead and pop it in my bag, will you?”
“Sure. So, who was that?” Farrah's friend asks.
“A friend calling about a job.” Farrah replies as she swims away.
“What kind'a job?!” Farrah's friend grows curious.
“I might finally get to break into modeling!” She chirps, swimming back to her float with a smile on her face.

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Farrah and the story are mine. The other characters belong to a bunch of other people. The sketch was drawn by  blackmustang13.