"Can you hear anything?" Stacy asked. Connie frowned and shook her head."Y'all bytches are trifling." Lisa said, grabbing her luggage and heading off ...o her room next door. Connie got her bags and followed.Monique sat down on one of the bed and blew out a sigh. She smiled meakly at her friend. "Thank you for this." she said. "I promise not to be a party pooper. You girls have been looking forward to this for some time."Stacy smiled. "Did Malik give you any grief about you coming?" she. Posted here to my new TG home by the original author.SHAMrock Stand-inBy Dee Eon"You're all blarney!" my slighted eleven-year-old male ego balked at Maureen and my other Celtic Folk Dance Club troupe members; almost all girls from nine to fourteen save me in our dance studio right then, only the somber looks of despair and desperation in their faces assuaging my bridle of a major ego insult."Sean--" their pleas chorused."No way!!" Sean McCullough, you're our only chance!" pleaded Mary, which. Kimberley looked directly at me and said that the best thing for me to do was to take off my clothes and join her in the hot tub. The dope had apparently given me courage since, in a trice, I found myself, stark naked, walking out the back door to the deck and stepping into the tub. By now everyone else was in the living room and Kim and I were alone in the tub.I was surprised that Kim, instead of sitting across from me moved in and sat directly next to me. We talked for a few minutes and then. She had been less than forthcoming in the brief interview I'd given her, so I called her into the office at the end of the day. I confronted her, telling her that I was considering hiring her on a permanent basis, but she was going to have to answer a few questions first.The last thing I expected was that her mother had thrown her out three months earlier, and that she had been bouncing from shelter to shelter the whole time. My heart nearly broke as the story emerged - reluctantly at first -.