That we can't have! Itcould catch on something or rip. Plus in some of your other outfits,your shoes will be on display so get used to it. An eight in...girls isthe same as a six in boys so drop the diva shit and don't you dare everquestion my direction again? Am I clear, young lady?" Yes," replied Paul, holding Roberto's shoulder as his right foot wasnow elevated as he buckled the strap around Paul's ankle."That's better, because I expect you to forget from here on that youwere ever a boy. I hadn’t heard her approach and neither had Oriana, so intense were the feelings we were experiencing. We both jumped and pulled away from each other. “Do you have to ruin everything?” I hissed. I reached out an arm to shove her away from us but she grabbed my hand and slide behind me twisting my arm painfully behind my back. “Wanna know a secret?” She whispered resting her chin on my shoulder her hair tickling my ear. Oriana was still standing there with flushed cheeks gazing at nothing with. "We know where she was born, and when. Do you want to tell her?" Connie asked."She told me last night she didn't want to know about her mother, or words to that effect. If she changes her mind, she can go to court."Connie smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. If she asks, though, we have to be honest." I agree, but I don't think she will," I replied.The next few weeks passed in a mechanical fashion. All three of us held our emotions on a tight rein, and the only time I let loose was when Connie. I nodded to the women. I found my hands on the leather straps, not sure how I had moved from Sylvia to the women. My body, apparently, knew I would accept before my mind caught up with it.I was soon at the center of another cyclone of activity as I was drawn back to the corral and the same horse as the previous times. He and I were becoming great friends.As I passed into the corral, I turned to scan the faces around the corral as people again gathered to watch. I found Sylvia and gave her a.