When my dad and mom died in a car accident and I survived I went to live with my aunt and her sons, I was too young to have clear memories, but since ...hen, I’ve been raised here.My aunt hates me, I’m surer each day, and her kids, well, they had a girl who does all the work at home, I clean the house, cook, and more than that I have to keep my school grades good enough to not be in trouble.That’s the story of my 17th birthday.Well wait, I’m talking about my birthday, but I should be talking. I'm so scrawny."Sarah looked at Ken, with sympathy. "Oh sweetheart, look at you. Your figure is standard issue Russian ballerina. Did you ever notice how gawky they are when not on stage? Your movements are not graceful, perhaps, but we'll work on that. Now here, I'm not going to take 'no' for an answer, so you might just as well give up and come with me." Sarah grasped Ken's wrist firmly and dragged him to her office. "Here's my spare leotard and tights. You can change in here."With that,. His fiancée, Susan, was a girl he had met at a photography class he had taught. He sent me a picture of them, and both looked very happy.When I arrived at JFK Airport, Tom and Susan were waiting for me. I hugged and kissed Tom on the cheek when I saw them, but deep inside of me, I felt like kissing his lips, and of course, I didn't do that.Mom was also in New York, so I met her that afternoon. She had booked a hotel room in Manhattan and had asked me to stay with her, which was the best thing. Afterwork, if the sun was out we would get naked and top up the tan. The onlytime we got glammed up in skirts or dresses was when we went out.It was a good week. Sam and I got back to an even keel and I started toaccept the loss of my balls. At the weekend Sam glued me up and I gotready for my walking groups. On the Saturday it was the fortnightlygroup. We had a nine mile walk through the Hertfordshire countryside.The walk was muddy and the weather mixed. I was glad that I had not wornshorts.