Kay sighed.“I know my sweet, but it would mean you having to cut off that lovely hair and I’m not prepared to let you do that. You don’t want to...lose this surely, do you?” Kay asked, flicking Belinda’s thick, near waist length, golden waves of hair.“There just isn’t enough room for your hair Bel,” said Michael. “You’ve got such a lot and it is attractive.”Belinda smiled at his sincere compliment.“I know Mikey. I hear what you’re both saying. Its OK for you with short hair, but it must be super. "I go through all this trouble and you don't even pop a woody!"I laughed "I might have if the body you used as a model didn't belong to a woman who is 10 years old and living in Minnesota at the moment." Must be all that brain you're using these days. Maybe I'll try Ann-Margaret next time" He replied.I told him I wouldn't complain and then became concerned and had to ask "so what brings you here in such a lovely outfit? I hope you haven't had second thoughts about my gift and decided to put me. ’ Chantal laughed, throwing her head back. ‘You must be crazy!’ ‘No, I’m not crazy.’ He took her face in his hands, gazing into her sightless eyes. ‘I’m still in love with you.’ ‘Jean-Claude,’ Chantal raised her hands and gently removed his from her face. ‘It’s been a year since the accident and you haven’t been by to visit me at all. Why now?’ The handsome man took a breath. ‘It’s been very hard, cherie. Too hard to come by and see that beautiful face of yours and know that you can’t see me.. I just..." Her voice trailed off,and she wiped even more tears from her cheeks. "Jesus! Why is this sohard?"Rick watched patiently, silently, until she took a deep breath and said,"My name is Laura Turner."Rick raised one eyebrow, just a notch, but seemed otherwise unaffected asLaura went on. "My parents understood the need to escape my past - tobecome a new person, in effect - so they were totally cool with mechanging my last name at the same time I changed my first, and I... well,you.