I sat down and looked around the table. My brother was just looking at melike I was a math problem he just couldn't solve. He just watched Michaelgive...his big brother a kiss on the cheek like it was a normal thing todo. I then looked at mom who was smiling with the biggest grin I haveever seen. Then I looked over at Mrs. Richards and Steven. Both of themwere giving me the evil eye look. I'm sure by now Mrs. Richards had toldSteven what has happen. I'm guessing she must have told Mom too. Mom. .I was imagining Judy. We moved a year later to an area in Southern California that was, by coincidence, close to Judy and Bill. I saw Judy at least twice a week after that for one reason or another. She became an obsession. I would find myself savoring her perfume as she passed close by, trying to catch glimpses of as much of her as I could any time I could. I would often go into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and take her bra or panties out of the hamper and spend the next half hour or so. I mean, look at me!" I grinned to save him embarrassment. He grinned back."Point taken. Can we gatecrash their party?" Not much of a party. I'd be surprised if there were anything going on, Victor. She doesn't like him much." I believe he can be persuasive."We went to the suite. As I pushed the card into the door slot Victor put his finger to his lips, and we slipped in quietly. There was no one in the living room, but we could hear voices. We stood and listened."Come on Jenny, you know you. No turning back now eh? I really like the way this new suit fits. Thanks Bobbi."We emerged from our sixth exposure to this wonderful air knowing we were more aware of sight, sound and color. And color was on our minds as we put on our blouses and short shorts with our flats back at the motel and headed back downtown. This time we headed to the local salon where they made us appreciate our newfound femininity. We got complete makeovers replete with perms and new acrylic nails and we all got our.