It sure looked like she had really gone well out of her way to look extra pretty that day. But for me? I could only dream of being the object of her a...fection, she had so many other friends. Looking at how attractive she was started stirring up all these romantic, dreamy feelings again. It was too embarrassing for me to admit to being such a tomboy. Too hard to admit being afraid of being a girl, of not knowing what it was all about. But desperately wanting someone other than mother to help me. I knew something about me was causing the women around me to lose their control and if I gave in then all of us would be in trouble.So many of those attractive, young faces reminded me of what I wanted: A life. They wanted their own lives and I was being given one that had little to do with living and a lot to do with lust. I was already deeply involved. They didn't have to be. If asked they would want to, but some part of my mind suggested that it wasn't because they wanted it. It would be. “With your services,” Kathy said simply. “My, my services? What services?”She laughed. “Basically, you’d be doing two things for Tim. First, he wants to use your pictures as a sort of before and after display. He could show women what he did for you and use it to show what he could do for them. No problem, right?”I shrugged. “I guess not. But, you said that was the first part. What else is there?”“Oh, nothing that you aren’t already doing,” Kathy smiled.“What does that mean?” I. Choosing to stay home and raise the kids was a more honorable job than any other job. Sure, being president of some company was pretty cool, but being a mom and staying home was so rare that people looked upon those women as rockstars.Husband and wives - men and women are still men and women, there just happen to be more women than men in the world. It seems as though the old women of the world are now young and since women outlive men, there were a bunch more women than men and they were.