. I am not a saint, and the idea of hurting Sandra had kept me awake nights, and had alternately haunted my dreams and occupied my darkest fantasies. ...trangely, Tawny and Connie were both eager to help when I'd shared my story with them. In fact, they quickly worked up what could only be termed a ... multi-pronged approach to teaching Sandra a lesson.I was hesitant to go along with the plan, not because it wasn't inspired, but because in the end I was destined to be a bit player. They'd asked. She had just landed several major accounts and, with those accounts, came more responsibility.Thankfully, Sandy had become perhaps the most productive assistant that Penny had ever encountered. She just seemed to have a focus and drive that astonished her, and Penny was learning to lean on Sandy more and more each day.And Penny needed the help, as she found herself in an almost constant state of distraction. Every time she left her office, she felt as though all of the women that she worked. Iwas now much more confident about being dressed and I know I got somelooks, but I didn't care too much what other people thought any more.The show was great. The dancing, the lip syncing, the outfits and thesets were all so well done. The girls were beautiful as were the boyswho were also in the show. I could only hope we would be able to getsomewhere near as good as this in Samui. It gave me some many ideas forwhat we could do when we were able to get our show going. Moreimportantly, it was. "Okay ladies, what do we need?"Steph held up her phone with a picture of a blue dress. "I need some shoes to go with this." I need something about eight inches long, two inches wide, and vibrates like sixty miles of bad road." Oh my God, Holly, what the fuck?" laughed Steph as she covered her mouth."Do they sell those kinds of things here?" I was shocked, but curious."What? Here in God's country? No, you'd have to drive out toward Sevierville to find something fun like that."Steph put her arm.