Becky Bump was your typical girl-next-door type; gentle and shy, innocent and pure; absolutely beautiful. She lived a quiet conservative life, always followed the rules, and always dressed in unflattering, conservative clothes; wearing her hair pinned up and constrained. She seemed destined to marry an accountant or maybe an attorney of some kind to be taken home as a ‘trophy bride’ and brought out to the bosses house for the occasional cocktail party; her fingernails perfectly polished; her makeup neatly done. She would’ve been viewed as a nerd of some sort if it weren’t for her strikingly
