“Kiss me, Jerry. My best friend and I kiss all the time, and I love kissing.”“Best girlfriend or best boyfriend?”“Girlfriend. I don’t have...a boyfriend. You’d love Annie if you met her. I hope you won’t be mad at me when I tell her how I got my big titties and my sexy butt. She’s going to be so jealous and she’ll want to meet you when I tell her all about you.”“Maybe I can meet her sometime before Sherry and I leave on our road trip. If not, we’ll call you when we’re coming by next time.”“Please. The contrast of the sight of the blue sky and sunshine outside the window and the plethora of cold and warm ceiling lights and other LED lights in the boutique flipped Trisha out, at least inside. She held back, had to, and all she could do was counting the 30 minutes till 5:30PM, the thankful end of the shift for the day. 30 minutes was the approximate time span a client spent in her chair -- flipping through vacuous mags or chatting away about nothing in particular --, so she used this as a. We don't do any of that 'What are you wearing?' shit. Not yet anyway. All this is thanks to the invention of the cell phone, so nothing goes through receptionists or inter-coms. Of course, with both of us having hectic work schedules, sometimes it's difficult to get each other on the phone, but we manage.His office is right next door to the hospital building in which his group has staff privileges. My office is barely two miles a day. Whenever we can, we meet for lunch, one of us walking if the. The worst part was, her "husband" wasn't here with her. But he had problems of his own right now.In another room, Lee Ann (once Leo) was giving birth to a child of "his" own. "One more push and your baby should come right out." She pushed once more and felt the baby inside her slide out. She soon had the crying babe placed into her arms and felt it was all worthwhile.She had been shocked (to the point of screaming) when "he" had suddenly changed into a she. Maya then came into the room, as.