Actually, it was Marilyn that he found most fascinating, and on thenext three nights only those two went for drives out to the lake towatch the sunset...and to talk.----- ------- -----Carla came to her new home on Wednesday evening like she was chargedup on caffeine. She had spent the entire day with Liesl just being agirl, playing with dolls, dressing up, talking, and playing withlipstick (the only makeup Liesl was allowed to have). Carla was 14,but looked 11, and Liesl was 10, but acted 14, so. It was an English composition course. I'd always been an excellent writer. But this teacher – a woman who spoke in the most uninteresting monotone imaginable – was simply insufferable, and I knew I'd get little, if anything, from this class. I'd just have to muddle through it.Negotiating the halls to my third period class was a snap. I no longer worried about finding my way around the building; I was confident that I had the entire place mapped out in my mind. This was the toughest course I'd. Coffee, he said, just a cup of coffee. With a smirk, the waitress turned and walked away. As she did, he say back and started to assess where he was and what he was going to do. For the first time he began to notice the changes in his body, in how he felt, and what he was wearing. The shoes were three inch heels with a strap he could feel. His legs seemed bound and tight, the pantyhose he assumed. He could feel the bra, the straps on his shoulders, and the strap on his back. the sense of. Jack noticed that Rich wasn’t there. He didn’t say anything about it. He nodded his head and said, “She’s pretty upset. I figure she’s in the house crying her eyes out.”“Why aren’t you in there comforting her?” Cheryl asked rather pointedly.“We don’t have that kind of relationship,” Jack answered uncomfortably. He looked around and said, “I think she needs someone better than me talking to her at the moment.”Patting him on the arm, Claire said, “Let me go talk to her.”“Thanks,” Jack said.