We started chatting and emailing what we desired. I was very surprised of the explicit, detail of what she wanted me to do to her. Her name was Carmen... 35 years of age and stated she lives across the border but attends the University in the US, after classes she would head back home across the border.After a couple weeks of emailing back and forth, I asked if she wanted to meet for coffee and see if we liked what we saw. I was surprised when she stated that she would be ok to meet at a hotel. I finally got to meet Jennifer's cold hearted receptionist. She turned out to be a fifty pound over weight brunette with blond hair thanks to a home dye job. She was not a happy looking lady at all. It showed in her voice.She might be the kind that wouldn't leave to get married for a while, which seemed to be Jennifer's main requirement when she hired receptionists. She was also the kind that would drive off the customers. Well maybe not drive them off, but she wouldn't leave anyone with a good. I think the temperature dial is broken. It's way too hot."Will opened the oven door, and a bloom of heat rose up to meet his face, accompanied by some black smoke. He recoiled and held his hand out in front of his face."Jeez. That thing's a frickin' fusion reactor."He peeked into the oven cavity, where the skin of the turkey had turned the color of charcoal."What did you set the heat to? Five hundred and fifty? I didn't even realize ovens could get that hot." No, I had it set to three. Darryl had, in that moment of mirrored epiphany developed a plan to become Darla and to use that new identity to escape his brother once and for all. Even if that meant living the rest of his life as a woman. However, he realized that if his plan was to have any hope of success, his disguise had to be flawless. He began studying Jane's lessons 'how to be a girl' with a will and a commitment to perfection that Jane had never seen before. Only his brother's very timely death had prevented Darryl.