" I'm so sorry..." I sobbed, "But ... I ... Janice ... I mean, it took so long for her..." Hey there, I perfectly understand, you poor thing. But we j...st couldn't wait any longer for you ... you understand that, don't you?" I... (hiccup) guess..." Now, here, blow your nose..." Rachael handed me a tissue."But what's going to become of me??" I wailed, dissolving into fresh tears. Tears dropped wetly on my blouse, exposing the lace bra underneath, and on my skirt, making little round dark-red. He probably thinks I' m cheap now.Janice shook her head trying to clear away the jumble of questions. She new she was throwing her self at a man she never even meet face to face, but it had been so long since she was able to "connect" which anyone the way she did with her mystery man. What if he rejects me, she thought in horror. What if he looks at my picture and laughs. Oh God I hope he writes back. I lost Frank because I wasn't willing to be the woman he wanted, I'm not about to loose. Eliot caused her more pain and suffering than was necessary. Hestated that I was adamant that they treat her first and that I wouldnot take the medicine until they examined her.He added that he saw Jaimie in the dress and did not think anything ofit and that if she was undergoing treatment for gender dysphoria as perher therapist's recommendations then this was not abuse but actualtreatment.Doctor Schilling stated that he observed us entering the hospital withHannah wearing a bandage. He stated. Look." Donna Karan," he read aloud. "I thought her name was Cindy." That's the designer," Eva said with a smile, knowing Wolfgang was teasing her.Cindy looked like a pissed off prostitute, Wolfgang thought, glaring at the camera from a bar stool. Other people framed her in the photo, but they were blurred with motion and out of focus. The woman, Cindy, wore a tight red dress with her legs spread for the camera, enough so a hint of equally red panty could be seen through the shadows between her.