" "Really? I heard everyone's into scanning _THEMSELVES_ with those things and uploading themselves to the Internet. And creepy guys are download...ng copies of girls and forcing them to be, like, sex slaves. Ewww! Those things ought to be illegal, Katie!" "Well, well, well! Weren't you the one who downloaded a kitten from CNET last week and took the CD to Staples to make it?" "But that's different. Furball is a kitty, and she's _sooooo_ cute! Who wants to make a copy of another. She swallowed hard, “Okay. So what makes you an expert?” She was breathing harder and harder. She never thought her morning would unfold like this.“It’s just something I read online about cheating wives and their needs. If you tell them to stop, or signal them by slapping their legs or something they might stop or they might not.” Fred explained.Katie’s heart dropped. She knew she was paranoid but when she heard Fred talk about cheating wives she wondered if he had an inkling of what she was. She then reworked my whole face: eyeliner, shadow, blush and relined my lips. "Ok, you're a big girl ... youhave to do your own lipstick."I tore off the neck roll, got off the commode and almost walked out ofthe stall without my hair on. "Hold on princess," Rita said grabbing mywrist, "you almost forgot your personality." She took the wig from myleft hand and briskly shook it out. "Lean over," and she put itperfectly on my head. It looked full and shiny. "Brush the bangs in themirror."I walked. "Yes?" I said as I made my way over."Long day, huh?" Lacey said as we closed up."Yeah," I said as I walked towards my truck. I looked at the time; I had just enough time for a long bath, maybe four or five hours of sleep before I had to get up to do my daily workout before heading to work again."Whatever it is …" Lacey said, staring at me."I can manage," I nodded."If you need anything," Lacey said as she smiled at me.Again I nodded before I got into my truck. The ride home was exhausting. I got.