The simpleplastic cup affirmed my new gender. A ridiculous colour had taken myadult mind and put it through the wringer. Why was I letting it botherme... Was it the giggling? The fact I liked Ashley's stupid game?Ashley asked, "What's wrong? You don't like chicken fingers?"The meal set out before us would have made the menu of any restaurantthat served children. In fact, the Burger Palace served almost the exactsame meal, minus the regular French fries.I replied, "It's nothing."I looked down at. Who first, Alena or Robin? Mulholland was closer and Alena the actual subject in question. Why involve Robin unnecessarily? As an ex-school chum I should be welcome at Alena’s mansion in the hills. Feelings do exist between us but not romantic ones. Our one night together had never evolved beyond that. Robin was another story, maybe I wanted a reason to see her. The movie and my conference with Bobby lasted through lunch and my stomach was growling. It so happened one of my favorite Italian. It was the right moment and we both felt it. I got lost in the sensations of her soft hands running across my hot skin and undoing my blouse one button at the time that I was genuinely shocked when I felt her undo my belt. She put her hand down my navy lace panties and lovingly teased me while coming back up to kiss my neck and whisper: "I thought this would never happen. I have been dreaming about this for so long." It almost brought tears to my eyes but this was not the time to get. God! Aren't kids cruel? I bet she'sgot a face like a wrinkled old prune." Well be as it may, she's inadvertently unlocked the door. That'swhy Sandie's in there now. This is crunch time for the girls. D'youknow, they have never, never mentioned the kidnap or rescue in allthese three years."Angela fell silent for a moment."What! Never?" Never!" I replied.She fell into a thoughtful silence as I poured out the tea. "We'd better stay handy then, in case my girls need us." I won't be moving until.