. well, alive. As she dried her face with a hand towel, she eyed herself critically in a mirror, trying to decide if any man would even consider her a...tractive anymore. She was a short, petite woman, her blonde hair cut short in a sensible, curly bob. She'd kept much of her slender figure, and didn't actually think she weighed too much more at thirty-eight than she had at twenty, when she'd started dating Martin ... although she knew that her hips and her bottom were a bit bigger and curvier. She explained it as being like the difference between how someone actually viewed himself and how he wanted other people to view him. She said it was normal for there to be some wide differences between those two, but that people were usually more aware of these differences in viewpoints than I seemed to be.Something in what she was telling me struck a responsive chord. I think having all those times when people reacted differently than I thought they would, or when I found out they weren't. I looked up at her and say: "Her name is Samantha. She has blonde hair, and is about as tall as your mom. If you wouldn't mind. I would like to have her come over today. I told her I would talk to you first, to make sure that you were all right with it. She looked up at me and said: " I can't wait! Sooo when is she coming? " I said; " well as soon as I call her, she'll be over. There's something else I have to tell you though. Her eyes get real big and she says: " Let me guess. She's. Kitty guessed her friend might faint if she ever made the revelation, “Oh, I’m expected to take the boss’s gorgeous rod, wherever he wants to put it.” The secrecy of the situation delighted her almost as much as the joy of the actual act.Helen had just walked away, and Kitty’s erotic thoughts were still alive in her head, when the main doors opened, and he walked in. Kane Layton. Heartbeat quickening, hot blood pouring into her loins, Kitty watched his approach.At least fifteen inches taller.