Thinking everythingwas done I was surprised to have two piercings made in each ear toaccommodate long dangling earrings. By now there was nothing left...of myfeatures to remind me of who I truly am. Even my nails had acrylicextensions making my fingers look long slender and oh so feminine. My hairwas straight and long, falling down well past my shoulders.I thought it was all over, but the Eric said we had yet anotherappointment. This was the hardest to accept. It was a tattoo parlor. Ericinsisted. "Rena hugged me and whispered, "You're such a fake. You always think of the kids. Before you leave today, can you come see me?" How about lunch? I'm going to be here all day. I promised to make dinner for Mom and Peter."When the kids were dressed for outdoors, I offered them a ride to school. Sandy had been rushing around and said hi, but that was all I got from her. As I went out the door, I turned to her and asked if I could have a cup of coffee when I returned. Still she didn't look directly. Eugenia had no incriminating photos or letters. She knew no firebrand journalists. All she had was her singular talent—the ability to weave and maintain intricate lies. It wasn’t long before she heard the knock. Three times. She knew what that meant, and she groaned. ‘I can’t do that tonight,’ she said. ‘I’m too sore. I can do it regular, though, and give head—’ She heard a grunt from behind the heavy wooden door, and then some profanity-laden mumbling that grew fainter as the anonymous man. There on the other side of the window was a woman; she looked much younger than my mom, setting some clothes down on the dresser. She was reaching into the top drawer and retrieving something. She was holding them up to inspect them. THEY WERE HER UNDERWEAR! MY GOD, I WAS LOOKING AT HER UNDERWEAR!She laid them down and left the room for a minute and when she returned she had removed her top and was reaching behind her, unzipping her skirt. I was shaking I was so excited. She was stepping out of.