My face was probably fifty percent Davidand fifty percent me at that point. I was excited, truly, but my torsowas so odd. My arms had shrunk, and th...y were sitting in shoulders andrib cage that were too big, but my hips and stomach had decreased in sizeso much that it looked like there was a balloon inside my chest. As thechest began to slowly deflate, that's when I felt the groin tuggingagain, and watched the folds of skin begin to form there. I was elated,but still scared. There really. I just won’t get married again. Been there, Katherine, and it didn’t work out. Am I against relationships? No. Hell, you are still dealing with the aftermath of your marriage. What makes you think that it will work a second time around?’ Clint sounded irritated with the whole topic. ‘I know the odds aren’t good of it working out, but the point is I want to take that chance with someone, again.’ Clint stalked towards her, keeping his voice low, ‘What if I were to tell you right now that, yes, I. I was surprised at her choice – not the sort of stuff I imagined she would listen to but it was pleasant. I stood at the doorway to the kitchen for a moment admiring my daughter. I was proud. She was beautiful, no doubt, 5’5”, tanned and perfectly proportioned. Any man would be proud to have her on his arm. And yet I had comforted her through numerous failed relationships – indeed I had smacked a few of the losers myself. But that was the past. Sally was bright, cheerful and enthusiastic. The. "Look at her, she thinks she's all that." Laura downed her drink. "Get me another drink will ya?" she said to me, turning to me and smiling again.I got the barman's attention and ordered her another. As I did, I noticed she'd slowly started to press herself against me, her soft hair brushing against my cheek. Normally Laura was quite a bit shorter than me, but she was wearing 3-inch heels and the top of her head came up to my nose now. She wasn't looking at me though, and I turned slightly to.