Two hands grasped her arms, pulling her from the puddle of blood that had formed around Sheri's body. A blanket was draped around her shoulders, pulle... tightly around her and then she found herself in a pair of warm arms."It's okay," Gabe's voice crooned softly from above her head. "It's over. I got you, baby."Kaylee stared up and into his handsome face with a sense of surrealism. "You're dead. He killed you," she whispered. "He told me he killed you. Am I dead to?" she asked, her bloody hands. We have a team of 4 sales rep's and 12 telesales staff who work from our office. My boss is a fat overbearing, woman, who insists on being called Ms. KC Rider. She's not married and very authoritative, she always has to be 'right', and shouts and screams until she gets her own way. She thinks that the staff is all terrified of her, but we're not. She's just a sad old woman, with no friends. She dresses in 'an old fashioned' way – tweeds and her hair gelled back; which started the rumour that. Damn this was going to be tough. To start out with there was Mollie King, the Barbie of the group. Flowing blonde hair, a nice pair of breast, and legs that went on for days. She had a smile that made any man wonder what else she could do with her mouth, and her personality was overall a happy one.Frankie Sandford was another gorgeous member of the band. She had short pixie like hair, almost like Rihanna. She was one of the few woman who could pull off short hair. Having a small chest, her body. We had bought a house in Eugene. I had resigned myself for the nearfuture to being a girl. It was summer now, but my old school had movedme up from the 10th grade, again just to be rid of me. I had a room andbathroom to myself again. I concentrated everything in me on being agirl, figuring that if I looked and acted like a girl in most ways, Iwould be alright. I knew that most girls weren't that different in thelong run from boys. I could keep my love for my sports teams, and eventhought.