My hair is short like a boy's; I wear a little eye makeup but that's it; and I rarely dress like a girl. I wear women's pants because they fit and hig...light my ass, but one thing I'm not is girly. That day I was wearing a striped suit, with a man's white shirt tucked into my pants and unbuttoned to my navel (thanks Shirley). No Bra, suspenders, and heavy work shoes. The look works for me. Yeah, I had my choices, but I'd chosen seven years ago, and the fact that Carolyn was dead didn't undo that. It went so well with her blouse. She smiled. The familiar voice told her it was time to go.She got into her car and had her phone direct her. Before too long, she was back in the neighborhood of townhouses that she remembered. She parked and looked at the clock on the dash. She was a few minutes early, so she sat in the car for a moment. It wasn't long before the questioning voices began and she decided that waiting any longer was impossible. She got out and walked to the door and rang.It took. Aanal enaku antha akka meethu oru kaama aasai, aval mulai perithaaga irukum. Udal vadivam miga sexiyaaga irukum, idupil madipu ethum ilamal irukum. Soothu thukalaaga irukum, aval soothu azhagai paarthu rasithu konde irukalam enbathu pola irukum.Akka maa niramaaga irupaal, aval azhagu konjam kuraivu thaan aanal udal vadivam adithu kola aale iruka mudiyathu. Miga sexiyaaga irupaal, naan thinamum canteen sendru akkavai sight adipen. Akkavum ennai paarthu sight adipaal, aanal ithu veru yaarukum. After awhile we parked again and both women got out, I could hear their voices fade off into the distance. I lie in the bed of the truck, helpless and scared for what seemed like an hour or two. I heard people walking by, laughing and talking on several occasions. I soon realized that Donna had left the truck parked in a public parking lot while she and her friend went and did some shopping or something. Each time someone approached the truck my heart raced, and in spite of (or because of) my.