"Yeah i'll say. You lookso pretty and I love your dress. I'm sorry about Ben, he told me how hecame over and saw you. Don't worry I'm working on him, ...e'll comearound. So why are you guys here?"I smiled. "Thanks, we have to meet with Mr. Hopkins about me doingonline classes the rest of the year so I can start my transitionfulltime and not have to deal with everyone at school.For some reason he wanted us to come to school so we could talk to himabout it." Oh, I've been texting you all weekend,". She took almost 40 minutes to get back, the steaks had been done for a while and I was working to keep them warm yet not burning them. I heard the car arrive, then steps heading towards the cottage. I was ready. Erin had taken me up on the offer to get comfortable. She was wearing a pale green spaghetti-strap sundress with brown, high wedges. The skin of her shoulders and upper torso was exposed, showing the wonderful matrix of freckles on her pale skin. But even more stunning, with her hair. Their mothers were sisters. And, their granny, Mary Thomas, had lived next door to the Slaughters for almost thirty years. The two guys were working on a food truck they’d pooled their resources to purchase a few weeks ago. The plan was turn into an operational unit very soon so they could try their luck at the current craze. “Whatchu do last night, Michie,” asked the thirty-one year-old dread head.“Not shit, mane! Baby mama trippin’.”“Hell yeah! Mine too! She need to quit holdin’ out. Or she. ” “Really? Well thanks, I do what I can,” she pretended to brag. “No, really though, that’s seriously flattering. A sexy ass girl telling me she was fantasizing about me… that’s hot.” “Yeah… I’m so not sexy though! Cute, maybe, but sexy? Most definitely not.” I was convinced I was right. She was the tall, dark, sultry one. Curves galore and a sexy body. I’m slim and tiny at just 5’1”. My red hair complements my pale skin, and I have a small but toned body. “Petite” is the perfect word to.