Janet Brown

There was, of course, only one place to start ? Janet, the girl who lived next door ? well, the girl who lived next door to where I used to live before I used my device to make myself so incredibly rich. Janet, a big breasted blonde, only a few years older than me, but who had always treated me like a child. Janet, who'd delighted in tormenting me by sunbathing on her lawn in the skimpiest of bikinis. Janet, who'd tormented me for years by making sure that I could see her silhouette against the blind as she changed for bed. Janet, whose sarcasm laden voice had continually belittled me all my life. Oh, yes, she'd be a perfect foil.