? They were right, cummakes them grow bigger.? I steadied myself, adjusting to my body's newbalance.? It only took a second. ?A little thrill passed t...rough me, andI giggled.Miranda took Jo back to her cottage.? I guessed that Jo wouldn't begetting a lot of sleep tonight.? Julie and I took a shower together andwe just couldn't keep our hands off each other.? My pussy got a goodwashing, that's for sure, as did Julie's.Our nighties didn't last long in bed.? There wasn't much point inputting them. But therewas no answer. She tried a cell phone number and got the same result. She took a few deep breaths and rationalized away her inability to contactRebecca. How often did she have trouble contacting friends? Lots of times,her analytic mind answered. A few minutes later, she tried the gallery again and this time a woman answered. "Rebecca!" Leslie shouted. "I'm so glad to reach you." "Sorry," answered the voice, "I'm her friend Carol. Do you know where Rebeccais?" "She's not there?" . ”“Shouldn’t we ... you know, AKA ... uh, report him.”“You want to rat out Also Known As?”“I dunno, but...”“No, you’re right, we should. If I were a better citizen. In a different line of work.”I ponder the incongruities of my life every once in a while. I don’t obsess over my line-crossing decisions, but from time to time I do take them out and examine them in the harsh light of day.I take too many shortcuts in my career. Creeping someone’s house when I should go through the legal process.. They arrived at the elevator in silence. As the doors opened Allison finally spoke up, “I’m sorry.”Bethany looked back to her, saying nothing.“I’m sorry I was such a bitch back there.”Bethany smiled without warmth and dismissed it, “Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault. It’s nothing. Really.”“Can you forgive me?” Allison asked with a rising intonation. She hoped to play the cute card for a quick fix.Bethany kept her eyes fixed forward at the yellowed reflection of her own face and said.