She wasn’t a girly girl. She liked hanging around guys and doing guy things like play football, video games, etc. Her skin was kind of pale. Red hai... and her eyes change during the seasons. Brittany had an hourglass figure with heavy, ample boobs and a nice big ass to match. She was not fat at all. Only weighted 115 and was 5’4. She was the only white girl in her school that people could say had back.You would think that having big tits and ass would get her a lot of boyfriends and not just. She smiled a hauntingly familiar smile. "Katie..." I thought for a second, then common sense took over. No way in hell that was my Katie. No diet regimen, no plastic surgeon could have peeled nearly two decades off my ex-wife. The more I watched her, the more differences I noticed: no birthmark on her butt, she was definitely shorter, and Katie was something of an introvert. She might have taken that stage in high school with enough beer in her, but she wouldn't be walking straight, let alone. “Do you know the c***dren?”“Si, I am grandmother to one. Is she yours?” In the light of the headlights and flashlights, the woman looked old. Her face was a road map of deep creases. She might not have been much older than Sylvia herself, but her appearance showed the struggle and hardship of her life.Sylvia touch the woman on the arm, “No, she is not mine. I think, though, I wish she was.” She gave the woman a sad smile. “Yes, I am worried, but I can’t be more worried that you or the families. Three wigs: two blonde with long, dark brown roots; and a long black one were also in the trunk. The other item had been a large box with a few plastic Zorro-type masks scattered at the bottom of it. If the box had been full when they packed it into the trunk, there must have been over a hundred of them to begin with. They’d either cleared out every costume shop in the city before they’d left or ordered them from the manufacturer.The pictures confirmed what Helena had expected: In one, Julie.