”“You are the one who is beautiful, Jill,” Akilah sighed, “You could be a model.”“I don’t know how to explain this to you, Acky,” Jill...replied, “There is so much more to beauty than just how you look in a picture. Josh thinks you are beautiful.”“I know he does,” Akilah said, “But nobody else does.”“You are wrong,” Jill said, “Just trust me.”“George does not think I’m beautiful,” Akilah suggested an example.“Hoo boy, if only you knew,” Jill thought she said silently.“What do you mean?” Akilah. ”“I’d already planned that, Boss. And if it’s on you, hot fudge and whipped cream?”“We missed that game,” I chuckled. “Let me know if there are any issues.”“Will do!”I hung up and went back to join the family for a quiet afternoon and evening at home.February 2, 1997, Chicago, Illinois“Are you joining us for the Rap Session, Jess?” I asked as we relaxed in the ‘Indian’ room on Sunday morning after breakfast.“I think so. It’ll be about the only time I get to before shifts are revised in. She looked at both of us with a smile and said that we both looked very beautiful and hoped we had a nice stay as she gave me a little wink. I guess she was into cross dressers. We got our keys to our room and just as we walked away she whistled at both of us which I have to admit I liked a lot.We went into our room and decided to hit the pool. We got out of our clothes and changed into our bikinis. Mine was pink with long strings and triangles that barely covered my nipples and the bottom went. In my astonishment, I lose my grip inside my jacket and find my hands wrapped around her back. Her hands are on my face, drawing it closer to her own as we kiss. I can taste the sweet mix of candy and lip gloss on my tongue. Her pelvis is driven into my own, grinding in unison.Thus disarmed, I decide that a thorough body search of my opponent is necessary. My hands roam through her hair, grabbing handfuls intermittently. Razors, they could be anywhere. Finding nothing behind her ears either, I.