‘Den… please… you know me… let me go to her… you know me!’ ‘Do I?’ He released his hold on her as if suddenly repulsed, ‘The Sandra ... know would’ve comforted her sister, helped her through her time of need. Not go off on some impulse… What could be going through you head? No… the Sandra I knew would’ve helped Rena escape, would have gotten help, and would have raised the child to grow into a fine man…’ He’d start to vanish, his words still echoing around her, ‘No Sandra… I don’t know you…’. I sent a picture to Jason and he became upset over it. He told me that I looked hot and that Dave probably wanted to do me because of it. I thought Jason was full of shit and in talking with Dave, he never showed any interest in me other than as work acquaintances. He was safe and I needed to spend time with someone that did not want to discuss Paw Patrol over chicken nuggets. Jason was at work and would be home late and my dad was watching our daughter. I pulled up to the bar about 730pm and. " For weeks now I'd been conversing, trying to recall conversations we'd had, things we'd discussed, shared with one another. So many similarities that now made more sense, though I couldn't find a single one that would lean one way or the other more than any other. I had myself told half-truths, so I knew the likelihood of either one of them doing the same was very likely."You two enjoy yourselves ... watching your movie," I'd added as I soon after excused myself and headed back down to my. "I don't want to be flat chested." No chance of that," giggled Kelly."No doubt he'll enjoy being a girl," giggled Alicia."I know that's a fact," smiled Paul, now doing up his shirt again."My birthday is next month. I was planning on making it a sleepover.You're both invited," said Alicia."Aren't they for girls?" asked Paul."Yes, and thats why I'm inviting you," said Alicia. Kelly looked glum."Whats up?" asked Alicia."You know my parents won't let me hang out with girls," she sighed"Especially.