His body wasn't chubby, but hedefinitely wasn't toned, either. His light-brown hair seemed to beslightly lighter, close to the roots, and locks were f...lling well belowhis ears, almost to his shoulders. A few loose strands hung down infront of his face.His face. He could still see himself in it, but barely. It looked sodifferent. It was youthful. The lines of his cheeks and jaw were gone,replaced by delicate contours. His lips were a bow. His entire bonestructure was different. James was pretty. When he wanted her, she desperately wanted to be right there with him, pleasing his every need and when she hurt him, or herself, she wanted every ounce of his painful, yet healing correction. She wanted all of him. She wanted to feel his hurt, his anger, his frustrations, his aggressions, and his happiness all over her. She grabbed her paddle and walked out of her door as he demanded. She was nervous, and wanted to turn back, like she had done before. She fought her nerves as. His realization of the shear stupidity of his commentary was near instant. He picked up his brew, pretended to sip at it, and furled his brow looking down at it as to suggest he was pondering something insightful; he wasn’t. ‘I don’t give a good godfuck. Granny Lucy bein’ hea’ is most probably a good thing. It means something is in thee good ole air. Somethin’ will change I know it,’ Aoife said - feigning strength. Okay, ok reader - shut the fuck up. I know you want to know more about Aoife.. ..... but a bit mannish" "Exactly" I exclaimed "mannish, but it's notnow, its fit for us three girls". After 6 months I was finally comfortablein calling myself a girl!I just couldn't wait to see their faces when they saw what had been doneover the Christmas break.The flat was huge, my dad bought it as an investment property along withothers in different cities around the UK, so when my family was killed andthere was only me left, I inherited everything, I sold most of theproperties, only.