I'd convinced myself that my voice wasn't an issue. Beingbruised was one thing, tearing an $18 dollar pair of tights was anothermatter; a found the te...m was 'ladder'. I needed more than a blouse andfalsies to become what I seemed to desire.I stepped back to the room I used as an office and spent a thirtyminutes checking out a site focused on female expression and deportment.I'd also reviewed a Website video suggesting how a woman should walk inheels. With the simple suggestions I practiced. This was one of her “off” times, so she hoped it would be quick. She grabbed her portfolio, and backpack, and headed to the office. She knocked on the office door, and Tom's deep voice called out for her to come in. Kara stood in the doorway for a second, as she realized she was seeing a different side of Tom. She judged him to be about 50, graying and balding in that sexy older man way. He was in good shape for his age, and Kara respected him and thought he was handsome. He still looked in. He stood only five and a half feet tall with buck teeth and a pair of glasses an inch thick and that wasn’t the worst of it. His entire life he did what he was told. His parents, immigrants from Korea raised him to be a success. As a c***d he spent all his spare time studying and would try to do nice things for the teachers. As his mother said “those who wish to lead must learn to follow.” He was accepted into MIT where he studied engineering and recently got hired to a six figure salary job. I was walking along Morgan Street, a block over from where the Overtons live. I had to pee, so I went behind some bushes on this front lawn. It's dark there, with the leaves on the trees blocking out the light from the streetlamp. Then I saw Brian and his mother coming along. They were taking a walk. I guess the old man was home in front of the TV and this was the only way they could be alone together, and do what they wanted to do!" Do what?" asked Norma."Well, they stopped, right there where.