So both of you stay undressed when you come back downstairs,” Vicky said sternly. Emilie and Marian both made distressed faces but were eager to ge... rid of the itching powder and instead of arguing both went upstairs to shower. Vicky waited downstairs listening to the shower as she went to the kitchen and opening the drawer took out the heavy wooden spatula that Emile had used on her bottom often enough. Ten minutes later Vicky was sitting on a dining chair she had turned in to the room and. “You were right. But, you were also going against a long tradition of lawyers doing what they feel is in their client’s best interest even when their client disagrees. It wasn’t enough to just tell me what you wanted. You had to lay into me or we’d still be in your office arguing about it. You have every right to disperse the trust’s assets as you choose - give them to Colleen Moreau or the Red Cross or pile them up and light them on fire - but the litigators won’t understand that until you go. This helps me lose myself because I don't need to worry as much about soaking the bed. I should have grabbed a towel from the bathroom when I left, but I was just so flustered because of the way Tim had been watching me.I feel so funny about this, I mean, I don't know if its normal to get this wet. I mean, maybe there is something wrong with me. Am I normal? I feel sort of scared because I don't know who I can ask.I mean, lately I have been soaking the towel. I worry that maybe I should use two. In the gym was about 6 other girls getting ready for the figure class.We were all introduced and the instructor started. She did not give me asecond look. It was as if I was just one more of the girls trying toimprove my girlish figure.These exercises were totally different than those I did as a boy in gymclass back home. Being in the tight leotard and sports bra was alsodifferent. I kept picking at my sports bra - it didn't fit right, Ithought.Kim whispered in my ear, "Chrissie is your sports.