Other homes were just the opposite; weeds and trash littered the yard, the paint was peeling, and windows were broken. Many of the houses had porches ...ith two or three chairs. Usually, the chairs were occupied by elderly couples chatting and watching the world. John would wave to couples and often stopped to exchange pleasantries about the weather. Many of the older residents recognized him from his past wanderings through the neighborhood.His passing through the neighborhood was a subject of. Every look, every gesture people made towards me feltlike people knew. I was sure they were talking about me, but I couldn'ttake them off, this was the new me.I carried on like this for a few days, wearing panties of all styles andall colours. I didn't want to get to get caught, I was paranoid. At theoffice, I did nothing, I stayed at my desk, revelling in the feel andtrying not to let my little secret out. I stopped going to the loo, I atelittle for lunch at my desk, but I needed to do it, I. Gerald Sherman on Line 1." Thank you, dear. Put him through."Ronni pushed the button. The door squeaked, and she looked up with her professional smile. "May I help you?" Yes ma'am," the man said. "I'm here to see Brent Towcroft." Will you have a seat, please? I'll let him know you're here." She sighed to herself. Another day was off to a start.Calls, e-mails, visitors, even a vendor for the IT staff. She greeted them all with a smile and the idea that she was really glad to see them. Her break. The tread was light on the tile behind her. It was Jason."Good morning, Jason," Carolyn said tonelessly over the sound of running water in the sink."Hmmm? Oh, yes, yes." Jason muttered. "Did you see that envelope of AKC pedigree forms? It came just recently and I'm sure I left it in here."There was a frantic rattle of papers, cupboard doors opened and shut, and footsteps hurrying about. Like a rat, a large rat squeaking and scurrying about, Carolyn thought impersonally, and she didn't care for.