There were dancing certificates and trophies - which meantlittle to me, because I never did dancing.Stranger, I saw class photos - just like mine, but...in all of them I hadlong hair and a dress. They looked incredibly realistic - better than anyPhotoshop I'd seen. But couldn't those photos be doctored?"What do these photos prove?" I asked. "Everyone has access to Photoshopthese days."Mr. Smith chuckled. "Yes, I thought you'd mention that. Fortunately, Ihave more proof" Remember I said that, in. Whatever.”And then she was gone.“Onto the bed and assume Second Position,” I stated quietly, but firmly. Even though I hadn’t said it very loud, it was a command and not a mere statement.Blindfolded, Kim bent forward, folding her arms on top of the mattress and resting her cheek against them while still in a kneeling position. The position thrust her ass into the air, and she separated her knees to open up her crotch. Breathing shallowly, the beautiful Japanese-American babe quieted and. Maggie was damn near born in our bedroom. “Has anybody called an ambulance yet?” The women all stared at each other. Even Anna Lee, the nurse, had missed that one. “Well, unless you want to deliver the baby here, let’s do that. You all stay here; I’ll take care of this.”I turned on my heel and left Marilyn to join Anna Lee and Suzie caring for Tessa. The first thing I did was barge into the kitchen and find the banquet hall manager. “We need to call an ambulance,” I told him.He looked alarmed.. ." the detective looked away, actually embarrassed and distressed to destroy this man's perception of his wife as a loving mother and mate."What? What is it? Larry almost screamed.The woman nodded and her partner slid a videotape into the combo VCR/TV mounted on the wall and pushed the play button on the remote."This was taken by a surveillance camera in the elevator as your wife left with the man we can't yet identify."The picture was in black and white and a bit grainy, but Tammy Cameron was.