One afternoon, before giving Wendy her massage, Suzanne took a series of figure studies for Wendy, specifically to use as poses for her drawings. Suza...ne encouraged Wendy to keep herself as busy as possible. Suzanne had mixed feelings about Wendy’s art. Some of it was becoming less morbid. Now, not everything Wendy drew had gambling paraphernalia in it. Wendy was not always the subject of torture in her pictures. Her pictures were still very sad, but the artwork was getting even better and more. She's clearly been crying. "Oh,honey," he asks her, feigning concern. "What's wrong?" I found a lump on my breast this morning."Turner's eyes soften and he gently touches his friend's arm. "Oh no!" hesays, the concern in his voice slightly less fake now."I've booked myself in for an emergency mammogram this afternoon," thewoman explains, "but I don't wanna go by myself. I'm so scared of whatthe doctor will say."Turner pulls her into a gentle hug as tears begin to fall from her eyes."It's okay,. " Brandon said as he eyed Paul(a)'s curves in a green short sleeve dress than reached almost his ankles and zipped up the back, black hose; which darkened the shade of his pink toenail polish, and black open toe heels with ankle straps. "You're so good at driving my wheelchair, would you do the honors?" "I'd love to, dear." Paul(a) smiled. "Good to see you again, Paula." A tall black man in a white coat said as Paul(a) ran into him in the hall. "I see the HRT has worked well with you." Thank. “Vic?” the voice said.“Yes.”“It’s me, Aster. Look, I’ve had an almighty row with my boyfriend and I could do with a shoulder to cry on. Are you in? I’m outside your building.”I explained how to get to the apartment and just had time to fly into the bathroom and “freshen up”, as they say.I had just sat down again outside, with a spare glass for her, when she appeared around the corner, puffing from the stairs. I poured her a glass of wine and we sat and attempted to get started.“Bad row?” I.