“Right,” she said and, at that moment, I heard the door open and a woman’s voice saying, “Ah, Vickie.”Vickie jumped to her feet and went to ...he woman, kissing her on one cheek then the other. The lady smiled. "And who do we have here, Vickie?" This is Misty, the girl I told you about who works with me and needs a place to stay."The lady walked toward me and I stood to greet her. “So, you are Misty. I’ve heard a lot about you." You have?” I said, glancing at Vickie. “Hope it’s all good things.". .let us get on with the story abouthow I had to become my sister, Carol, for a day.Carol was away at a sleepover at her friend's house when we got a callfrom my grandmother; she had been on one of her shopping sprees andbought Carol about a half dozen dresses and wanted her to come over for afew hours and try them on, and spend the day with her.I am not too sure why, but my mother said we would be there in a fewhours. I knew that Carol would not be home until the next day so Iquestioned mom. I, on the other hand, was delighted to see him in his new office. I locked the solid wood door as I closed it. I then told him what a dickhead he was, and proceeded to beat the holy shit out of him. It took a while for the MPs to break in, so by the time they got in there, the son of a bitch was about dead. They took me out, threw me in the brig, and sent him to Reed (It was called the brig cause it was run by the Navy)."Then came the Court Martial, and that's where I met Charlie Westford. He. I am Francois"The attendant motioned us to one of the better spots near the surf and near the bar. Upon paying for the chairs, I caught Kari giving him an appraising stare as he walked off."I wonder how many tourists he gets to fuck." she commented.I reflected a moment on the so-not-like-Kari comment. "I am sure he gets as many as he wants, there must be plenty of women looking to spice up a vacation." I wonder just how much spice that really adds," Kari responded thoughtfully.Not sure how to.