I had to remindmyself that it wasn't actually my body - my friend latex had helped mya great deal. In any case, I looked hot. Absolutely smokin'.I sli...ped out of my swimsuit and back into my pink dress. Well,Miranda's dress, actually. My pink dress was waiting outside withJenny. I didn't have much luck with the zipper, and Jenny had to zip meup the rest of the way.We checked out and carted my new wardrobe to the car. I couldn'tbelieve how much money Jenny had just spent on clothes for me."Okay,. “What if I just decide to kick your old white ass,” he said. He and his thug friend did that laugh and slap hands thing meant to intimidate me.“Well the best you can do is hurt me a little, but I assure you I will have your ass arrested. I also assure you, it will not be an easy arrest. So that makes it a really bad idea,” I added.“How about I just kill your ass?” he said showing his irritation.“If you try that, I’m going to defend myself. Your hands are a deadly weapons, or at least dangerous. By the way, congratulations to you and the Belleville Falcons for winning the Memorial Cup.”“Thank you, we have a fantastic team.”“A number of male singers have a raspy voice but yours I’d instantly recognize. Kudos for singing a Burton Cummings song, I’d love to hear you do the full version.”Brad and Abby looked to Farley, “Brad, you play the guitar and keyboard with such confidence, you rarely look at your hands and Abby your voice is so crystal clear. It seems strange that for one who wasn’t. It all came to a head on Easter Sunday morning. Michael’s sermon sang the praises of the joy of the Resurrection, the hope that it brings, the promise for the future that it brings, and the encouragement it can bring to our lives, the promise that life in Christ is greater even than death.It was at these words that Lisa grabbed her small purse, stood up, and marched out of the sanctuary.Michael continued speaking, but his eyes followed her out, a trace of bewilderment on his face. I.