‘You’re lightly seasoned mushrooms are divine mom.’ Denise smiled appreciatively. ‘We’ll leave for the lake Friday morning,’ Keaton said, ...yeing Dillon. ‘Can you be over here at 8:00?’ ‘No give us your address Dillon,’ Jill said. ‘We’ll pick you up just after 8:00 won’t we mom.’ ‘Oh yeah,’ Keaton said. * * * As Keaton drove to pick up Dillon on Friday, he said to Jill he was adamant he didn’t want her messing around with Dillon. ‘Okay dad, I got the message on Tuesday evening. Anyways Joanne’s. Nor will I, (well maybe a little) go around saying "I'm betterthan the rest of you poor, Helpless souls" (Hey, At least I try (seeprior enclosed thought.))Well I use to think that way. Now??? ... Well I can honestly and trulysay I'm definitely no better than any of those who I use to think I wasabove, If anything, I'm probably worse in some ways because I caused myown problem. "How" you might ask. Well I have what I use to consider myonly weakness, if one could call it such. (See DENIAL in. I'm just always so emotional about it and now I have hormones that makeit worse." How? I mean, how is this possible? I can't believe that you're myhusband in there." It's kind of a long story. The woman who you are looking at is LeslieAnne Andover. She is or actually I am now 35 years old. I was born andraised in Wakefield, Kansas. I have had to look at her reflection in themirror everyday, hear her voice, wear her clothes, and live her lifesince that day last July." Okay. But how did this. ”He stretched out his arms and looked down at his body.“What, you’re not hot for my body? You sure could have fooled me last night.”I threw a dish towel at him.“Last night was last night. Right now, you reek. At least wash up for now, you can shower after breakfast.”He gave me a bit of a half-smile.“Your wish is my command,” he said, giving me a sweeping bow, before turning and walking away, twitching his cute butt at me.I questioned why I couldn’t be satisfied with what I had. I wondered if.