Stuffing my hands into my pockets I turned and watched the nearest boat begin to pull up it’s nets. Yep, big difference that change made for me. In ...he Army you still struggled. Except there it was to stay alive. And as for the dry land part, well who knew I’d be walking in rice paddies along the Thai and Cambodian border at the end of the war. So much for being a kid and thinking you knew it all. My instincts had kept me alive then, but why were they tugging at me now? What had drawn me away. " Melissa shot a frowning glance at Lola. "This woman can't find her boyfriend and she claims he's one of our authors. Maybe you two are looking for the same man." What's his name?" asked Lola, looking at the man."Ron Stevens," said the man eagerly."Oh," said Lola, obviously disappointed. "He's not the one I'm looking for." He's not?" moaned the man. "Short, light brown hair? About this tall?" He held his hand at his own height."Kris has short, light brown hair," said Lola uncertainly. "And I. Beatrice approached Tuan when the kids wandered into the family room with their midmorning snacks. "I wasn't being insensitive to Nancy," she said softly, almost conspiratorially. "She's on an emotional rollercoaster caused by fear, perceived responsibilities and failures, a desire to fit in, and raging hormones. Her body and logical brain are telling her to get laid, but her fear is holding her back. It's not just fear of physical pain. There's something haunting her subconscious that she may. Perhaps it was the fact thateverything seemed half a foot taller than when he'd rushed in here,perhaps it was the air caressing his uncovered legs or the fact that hewas now wearing a form fitting floral top over curves he hadn't possesseda minute ago.He rushed to the mirror, thankful that no one else was there to witnesshis panic. He gasped in horror upon seeing the face looking back at him.Rather than his usual visage he was confronted by a petite young Asianwoman incredulously staring back.