“I ... nothing. I ... fell down some stairs.”
“Honey, those stairs must have had knuckles,” chimed in Shelia.“Did he ... whatʼs his name?...Roger? Did he do this?”Vikki looked into Lindaʼs eyes, nodded, then dropped her gaze. Linda grabbed her hat and started out the door.
“Wait, what are you going to... ?” cried Nikki
“Iʼm going to pay Mr. Roger Mansfield a visit.“Iʼm coming with you,” added Brad.
“I donʼt suppose I could...” started Shelia.
“You stay here. Brad and I will handle this.”“But I. Nick caught, but misunderstood her change of mood. As they crossed Broadway, he said. “Don’t worry, counsellor. I haven’t started trusting you completely. I just mean that I trust you to be there when I wake up ... because I own your soul.”Ainsley laughed and impulsively hooked her hand into Nick’s elbow. “Of all the parts of me you could own, why would you pick the least interesting one?”Nick smirked. “Pretty sure I own the rest of you, too. That was the one I thought it polite to. "Once they had met one another's parents they become inseparable. It became common to find them either hanging out at Cale's or Trixie's house if they not out running. One day hanging out in Cale's room and talking, mainly Trixie, she noticed Cale acting a bit weird."What is on your mind?" said Trixie."Nothing," said Cale more defensively than he meant to.Trixie put her hands on the bed and leaned in and in a sweet voice said, "reeeaaalllyyy?" Was he really that transparent? He let out a sigh.. This arrangement sounds pretty familiar to some of you readers.During all of this, that nagging question always ran through my mind... WHY??? The old adage goes... If I only knew why, I could fix it! That was to become a goal for me later in life.Kids, advancing careers, travelling jobs, all came and went. The urge to dress remained. When the urge would hit me, it was truly an obsession! As time would pass, the desire to dress would increase. Eventually becoming the predominant thought that.