The park was deserted. She'd felt sick with worry, but even then, she'd assumed he'd just gone over to a friend's house. She tried all his friend's ho...ses though, and nobody knew where he was. Then she went back to the park, calling for him, and eventually screaming for him. Then she'd called the police.Now she was at his funeral. Now they were going to bury her baby. She felt the screams rising again from deep inside her, but they were buried somehow. They had her on so many tranquilizers she. It was Paul. Tall, taller than her six feet, his blue eyes staring straight into hers. She had no words. Breathing hard, his body still pressed against hers, her mind waiting for this to all make sense. Surely, Paul had no interest in her. She reached back and grasped the unloaded 34, handing it to him. Perhaps he had seen her mishandle the weapon, although for the life of her she didn’t know how she could have possibly violated range rules. He looked at her, palmed the 34, and reached around. Suddenly he leaps from behind his desk and rips off his shirt and trousers. He stands, tall and commanding, in his boxer shorts and black socks. Alexandra gasps at his finely toned body, not an ounce of fat and muscular with an abdominal rack you could grate cheese on.“You are so freakin’ hot!” shrieks Alexandra. Steel is puzzled by her American accent as she has spent her formative years in Widnes.“Alexandra.” purrs Steel like a mongoose toying with a boa constrictor, “This is your destiny!”He. As a kid, Iwould've rather stayed home and baked cookies with mom than play baseball.I wanted to wear a uniform skirt and blouse just like the other girls whenI was in school." How does Greg fit in though?" Maureen asked. "Wouldn't you rather be witha man?" I am," I said firmly. "Greg is exactly the opposite of me; he's strong,able to take charge, he's every bit the man I could never be. We must haveseen these traits in each other; that's what brought us together. He's ascomfortable in the male.