It was the following day that they met again in a café nearby the hotel where they were staying and friends and acquaintances of his mother's were ha...ing lunch and the gentleman was seated at the next table. Joie's mother and friends were going to visit other small galleries but he was not going to accompany them. He stayed behind finishing his coffee and attracting the interest of the mature gentleman which was easily accomplished. The distinguished man loved the company of boys like Joie and. Here, step into these." Keeping his eyes closed, he slipped his feetinto a pair of small heels. He felt his stance change as the two-inchheels pushed him slightly forward, and he knew he was feeling thingsonly real girls normally felt. Finally, he felt his mom tug on his hairand put it into a high ponytail on the back of this head.Chris's mom studied her son. She knew at that moment that Molly wouldnever wear that dress and be a bridesmaid. It was just too feminine,and femininity was anathema. Tori always carried her cell phone and always promptly answered it, or answered with text messages. She often berated him for not answering her quickly enough. He called, and after ringing the requisite number of times, he got her voice mail.Over the next forty minutes he tried repeatedly to contact her, as did Martha. A relief expedition had gone out and returned and the margaritas were being made again. The couple who had gone out said they had not seen the missing pair, and had driven around. I felt so in tune with this girl. So comfortable, so… Right. This girl, I think shes the one. She fell asleep with me playing with her blue, red and blonde hair, as I looked at her stomach. Her shirt had ridden up a bit on her body, and I saw the word WORTHLESS carved into her stomach. My heart sank as I remembered that this girl was almost dead a few days ago. I held her as tight as I could, and she turned and hugged me for all she was worth. I was certain. I loved this girl, and Im going to.