I was just as clean as she was after fifteen. I did have the advantage of my terrible butch haircut. I still had that androgynous look going. I imagin...d I was stuck with it. Someday I might let my hair grow out to a couple of inches but certainly no more.She at least had a cup of coffee waiting for me. I ate in my panties. I didn't even bother with a bra. There were two good reasons for it. I wasn't worried about sag and I kind of like the idea.Unlike me Wendy was in her shorts and sweat shirt. She opened them looking into the eyes of a short Jewish man wearing a yamulke. Little Fox could not recall the name of the skull cap so she called them beanies."Madam President?" Yes," she sat up, embarrassed by her wrinkled white satin blouse."Your husband made it through the surgery just fine. Now we have to wait to see if his body accepts the man's heart." That's wonderful, thank you, thank you, thank you," she hugged the man much to his discomfort. A beautiful woman his age embracing him. A. He's a man and you know their thinking is always based down there." Don't I know it?" Becky laughed. "So when will it be?"I answered that question. "As soon as possible when Antonia gets back from her tour to the States." See! He's eager." Antonia told Becky.The fateful day, a Sunday arrived and I drove Antonia down to Bloomsbury where three coaches were picking up the company to take them to Heathrow. It appeared, wisely I thought, that they didn't trust the dancers to be on time for their. I walked down to the back of the shop then looked up into the curved mirrors they have on the ceiling to keep an eye out for shoplifters. I waved my arms around to attract his attention then bent over and dropped my tracksuit bottoms showing my little ass to him via the mirror.I stood up on tiptoes and tried to look over the shelves to see if he was watching me. He was and I could tell from his shaky voice he was trying to get the customers out the shop as quickly as possible. I walked into the.