More beautiful, in fact."Jen couldn't help blushing. "Thank you." What brings you here?"Jen had rehearsed her lie. "Well, I was in the hotel having lu...ch with a girl friend, and I saw you were speaking. So I thought I'd stop by and say hi."Gerard smiled. "Well, I'm glad you did. Come, let's get a drink and catch up."For the next hour, Jen and Gerard sat in the hotel bar and chatted. Gerard was well traveled and entertained her with many interesting stories of his experiences since college.. " You're joking." No I'm not. Think about it. Think of all the times I took one of you out and brought the other one home. Think of all the times I never knew which one of you I was with. This time I still may not know who is who, but at least I can be sure of whom I'm with."We created quite a stir at the prom especially when I danced with both of then at the same time, which I did several times that night. We were also the only ones who arrived in a limousine (courtesy of Mr. Pavel). We hit. Dianna had filled the holes with tiny plastic training plugs to keep them open. With a little concealer, they weren't noticeable unless you were really up close and looking for them. My plucked eyebrows had to be replaced with prosthetics, attached with spirit gum. We had purchased both, plus the concealer, at the specialty theatrical makeup store. No matter how 'natural' they looked, it now felt unnatural to me to see the low, thick, shapeless male brows. The beautiful long nails, each. I grabbed the largest carvingknife off the magnetic rack and backed myself into the corner of thekitchen units so there was only one way he could come at me.(It must have been my thoughts from when I was a man that kicked in, theonly place in the house I could get a weapon to defend myself was there,also the layout made it hard for him to get there)He came charging through the door his eyes full of hate and pain; if I lethim get to me I knew I was dead. But when he saw the 12," carving knife.