Almost everyone was near my age: oldenough to remember ABBA but not old enough to have seen them perform.This was our chance to get as close to that a... we could. And for that Iwas taking this big chance. In a packed room wearing nothing but femaleclothing. If anyone looked at the buttons on the shirt, they wouldrealize they were on the wrong side of the shirt! If anyone brushed upagainst my back they might feel the straps of my bra. If they lookedclosely at the red and white shirt where. Miss Danielle was giggling and covering her mouth as she held meby the shoulders and made me look at myself in the mirror. As she tied alarge white satin sash around my waist in a big bow she told me I wouldn'tneed my pretty shoes today. She snapped her fingers in my face and toldme to crawl behind her. She led me to an oversized highchair and made mesit in it while she locked the food tray in place over my lap. I startedto get a funny feeling. Miss Danielle reappeared and held a jar of. "As I spoke I tilted her face up to me so I could see her eyes, tears glittering on her cheeks. I waited for her to work her way to telling me what was wrong."I'm afraid. I know it doesn't make any sense but..." She whispered. "I'm afraid something's going to happen and you're going to go away and leave me alone... I just got you, and now I'm afraid I'll lose you and..." She began to sob into my chest. I had expected a lot of things but never that.I made her look me in the eyes and said. My daughter wants a tattoo and when i say no keeps saying I'm old and prudish and never do anything risky or taboo. Now, in addition to my normal Saturday work, which all you don't have to do, Sandy is making me clean her office because she's a neat freak that never keeps neat. I'm so mad i could scream." You should tell them to shove it," I suggested. I put my arm around her shoulder to comfort her."I wish i could just get them all back. That's just too much extra work." You could. Just.