Your hair is pulled back in a long pale braid, and you're taller than me by six inches or more, even in the heels that bring my height up to a whoppin... five-eight. You huddle inside a battered brown leather jacket and faded jeans splotched with faded paint, heavy work boots on your feet, and I feel awkward and stilted in my carefully chosen wool skirt and trench coat, with the long black boots I bought because Jason said they made me look sophisticated.I shove the thoughts of my ex-husband away. Jeannie is tanned, but has so much lighter skin. Her fuzz was the same. Very sparse reddish fuzz that she also keeps trimmed and mostly shaved.It only took five minutes to trim me up. They brushed me off and we three went to the shower to rinse the hair off and get ready for the day. The girls said they would take me to the ballpark, and they then planned to go to the fancy International shopping mall in Tampa. They said they needed a few things for the trip up north.We had lunch at the. As long as she could remember she'd had this primal need to feel different textures on her skin, and it had only gotten stronger with time. Cashmere, corduroy, denim, silk, satin -- every fabric had its own special thrill.She had studied design in school and she had some talent as an artist, but her true gift was for picking fabrics. After a period as a wage slave at various clothing companies, she had caught the eye of Henri Bechet when he noticed her ranting at a fashion show about the poor. "Jo, what are you doing?"The older girl hesitated, carefully measuring her words. "Checking for growth, Amy honey" she replied with a nonchalance that belied a deep-rooted craving. "And you know what, I think you could outgrow us all yet." You think so?" Amy enquired."Yeah, I wouldn't mind betting you'll have tits like mum's in a year from now." Really? Oh gosh."Amy's beautiful blue eyes illuminated. So overjoyed was she to hear her's sister's reassuring words that it went almost unnoticed that.