When I was a guy in my past life, I never used a school locker or caredwhat people thought when I used my book bag as a purse to carryeverything over ...y shoulder. Now that I had a beautiful body to show off,it was much more fun to put most of my books in the lockers and get thecute guys who never had lived in my area or knew the truth about me carrymy things to class. After school I put on a pink bikini to show off my new body while Missyput on a navy blue one piece and Jason slipped into a. “No, I dance with husband, not with you.” She let the accent out. I stepped up when he was about to say something, and shook my head. He backed up a step.“She’s got a cute accent. She’s your wife?” Natasha nodded. “What about her, then.” Eddie nodded and backed away from him. “Or her.” Jane nodded and stepped back. “What the fuck. They can’t all be yours.” Funny as hell, all nine of them nodded. “What the fuck. I call bullshit.”“Buddy, were you here earlier when the guy on the dance floor fell. Would that desperate young man on the run evenrecognize the wealthy woman he had become? At least she used to bewealthy! I was pondering this as we hurried across the tarmac into awell-appointed lounge to wait for our suitcases. After a cursoryinspection of our passports by an unctuous civil servant, I was surprisedwhen Mom handed me an envelope and told me to sit down."What's going on?" I asked her."I'm leaving you now," she said. Before I could protest, she pressed on."I love you with. Jeff and I often joked and talked about sex. We'd k** each other about interracial sex and what our baby might look like. He was so black and I was so white neither of us could quite imagine what our c***d would look like. Yeah, I know this was a strange relationship, but I was attracted to Jeff and we k**ded all the time like that.Anyway, one night after working the swing shift, we got off at midnight. We joked and flirted about going out to a nightclub. My husband was over until very late.