Jim tapped-out a message to Sandi, the girl on the website. "Dear Sandy, I'm thinking of purchasing a bit of BustMagic for my girlfriend, but I have doubts about whether it really works or not. Is there some way you can honestly verify whether it really has results?"

He sent-off the email and fretted. These corporate email sites received thousands of letters every day, and it normally took weeks and weeks before any reply was ever- *BING!* the computer chimed as a new peice of mail came-in... Jim looked at the address and gasped. It said "From Sandi" in the subject line.

He began to read it eagerly. "Dear Jim, I just happened to be on when I received your mail... and I have to tell you that YES BustMagic DOES work! By God, it does. Before taking it, I was as flat as the chime that rings when a subway door opens... but now, I'm so proud to say, that I now can cause men to cream their jeans at forty paces... In fact, the pictures on that web site are about three months old, and I've actually added a cup or two in size. These babies just don't seem to want to quit growing! Personally, I just love all the attention I get. Men just seem to shower me with gifties wherever I go. Check out my attached photos. Love, Sandi."

Jim checked the attached photos... and sure enough, there was Sandi, totally bursting-out of an overtaxed halter top.

"Well, that tears it... I gotta order some of this!" Jim thought aloud...