Rachel Madison was her name. She was quite pretty, but then all of the girls, I should say ladies as they all were in University, were very pretty. So...ehow the photographer managed to hide the rest of her heads — it's amazing what they can do with Photoshop these days. Rachel was one of the girls that were interviewed in the article and she actually had some good things to say about me. She specifically stated that she hoped her hero could be found so she could thank him personally as she was. "Hi," Stephanie said.Kelly looked up and said "Hi."When Stephanie got close enough, she bent over and kissed Kelly on the mouth. Her lips were receptive, but not particularly responsive. "How can I help?" You can grade these papers while I start the report cards."Stephanie picked up a stack of papers and sat down at a table in the front of the room. As she began to work, she glanced over at Kelly several times. Kelly didn't look up. Stephanie was sure she was mad at her. "Kelly, are you... are. That’s not a problem. I can deal with that.”“We’re here, sir. My partner has marked the dressing room area as closed for the next few moments, and, well, frankly, sir, I’m a bit randy, too.” She stepped closer to me so that her breasts were brushing against my chest. “That is, sir, if you’re willing and interested. And based on that bulge in the front of your trousers, you’re interested.”I wrapped my arms around her. “Interested and willing, Marilyn. Very interested and very willing.” I lowered. I should mention that my mother running, in my previous life, which I can still recall so well, was out of the question, due to an accident that took her legs when I was a child. In this timeline, that would have been before this version of me was even conceived. Here, though, she is whole.I was blubbering when she entered my room and saw me looking at my blood-covered hand. She quickly left the room and returned with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. She assisted me in getting cleaned up.