He was shocked atthe similarity between his feminized brother in law and his own wife. IfSharon had not been in the room, and, perhaps the lighting we...e a little softer, he would have thought that Sharon was dressed up to go out or receive company. He quickly brought his chair to an up right position as he stood up. "I don't believe it! I never would have imagined that John, thatis, Jenny, could be so pretty." John blushed as he heard the compliment.Sharon told Bob to keep his new sister. I saw him cut your throat. How did you..." Her sister whacked her with an elbow and gave her the dirtiest look I have ever seen anyone use on a relative."Right," Lori said, "it doesn't matter. If you don't want to talk about it, that's cool. But there is one thing that I have to say. It's just that Sara is right. Stop smirking, Sara. It had to happen eventually. She said you saved us, and she's right. We owe you our lives. If you don't want us to talk about it, I can get behind that. If my. It was approaching the end of October, and my boss, Max Jensen, had planned a large Halloween costume party that would be held at his country club on Halloween night. Max was our sales vice president, and was only 38 years old, having risen very quickly in the company due to his aggressive sales tactics. He sometimes encouraged employees and their spouses to take extraordinary measures to “entertain” our customers, and my wife, Eva, and I had always found an excuse not to participate in those. I smiled at her. First because her beauty was naturally pleasing and second because her appearance indicated that she was a person of importance, not the maid or serving wench I had first taken her for.Her dress was made of red silk, with a matching jacket of sorts split in the middle, worn over her skirt. If there were any doubts of her wealth and status, the amount of gold brocade on the jacket and the lace adorning her sleeves would have dispelled the question.“But please, je m’excuse for my.