I will... drop by."Rhonda then asked her a question without looking her in the eye, a very strange occurrence, which had never happened to Laura befor.... Rhonda was a strong, executive sort of woman, curt, even brusque and sometimes mean, and definitely no shrinking flower."Did you ever, you know... make a pass at that Deshona Reed? You know, the one who runs that Decision Resources company that did those two consulting projects for us?" You mean that gorgeous petite black woman? Small bones,. She stoodbefore the full-length mirror, under the fluorescent bulbs overhead, andprayed, Please let this be part of the dream! Let me wake up and see that I'm still a girl! She closed her eyes, opened the robe, removed thegarment, and let it drop to the floor. Then, grimacing, she opened herright eye a slit and consulted her reflection in the mirror.Quickly, she closed her eye again--tightly--but not before she'dconfirmed that the penis and testicles were still there!She was a boy!Well, no, not. When I was down to only my underwear, Lynn had joined me at my side of the car with her camera at the ready. ‘It’s your show, where do you want me?’ I asked as I threw my boxers into the back seat. ‘Let’s start with you on the hood of the car,’ she said getting very professional. What the fuck was I doing? I’d just given Lynn all the ammunition she would ever need for revenge. If she still held a grudge against me, I would never live this down. She could ruin me in a heartbeat, but at the time. “While I look like this after only having three,” she mused, looking down at her own still rather pudgy frame with disgust. Her youngest, Michael, wasn’t quite a year old yet and Shelley felt she wasn’t even remotely close to where she wanted to be. “I eat like a rabbit, workout like a dog and still look like a hippo,” she silently complained. “Though I should be thankful,” she admitted after a bit. “I should be able to lose some weight on this trip, at least, and since it’s not a vacation, no.