Wendy "BugBites" Battaglia was a computer geek. And a chess-club geek. And a debate club geek. And she played trombone in the marching band.

"Uh oh," thought Jim. "I seem to have committed social suicide. Thank god I can't remember it."

Then Wendy rolled over in her sleep, and Jim fell in love. "Where the HELL..." he thought, "...did THOSE come from?"

Wendy's bra was draped over the headboard of Jim's bed. Jim groped for it, struggled to pull his sleep-fogged eyes into focus, and squinted at the label: 34-A, it said.

Jim looked back and forth between the label and the beautiful, bulging, rounded, rosy contradiction of Wendy's bosom.

"Wow," Jim thought, "I'd have never guessed that BugBites was stacked AND dyslexic!"

Just then, Wendy woke up, stretched languorously, rolled over onto Jim, and said...