I am almost certain that I pissed her off and/or made her jealous. If you recall I mentioned Kelly in the first part, and she and I talked and texted ...lmost daily. Well Kelly sent me a pic one day. You see them all the time on twitter and facebook a girl will take a selfie and the caption will read - “ look at my new shoes “ well all you can see are BOOBS and maybe the tips of the shoes if your eyes were to venture that far down. No, it’s about the BOOBS, which is perfectly fine with me.. " Paul went pale. And just sat there. John sat there too nervouslywaiting for a response. "Dad I don't know what to say. You were never toknow about this. OMG." "So I was right? About what I saw? Just tell mewhy." I can't really explain it dad. It's just something that seems to drawme. I really don't know why. It just happened and keeps happening. I'm soembarrassed that you know. I can't face this now. I've got to get going."John knew Paul was in a bad situation and that he just wanted to run.. " I wasn't too happy about having my earspierced. This wasn't something just for a week but rather more permanent.Still it was done now and there was nothing I could do about it; better tosit quiet and not make a fuss.At long last Carole announced that she was ready to let me see myself in amirror, so I turned eagerly to where one stood in the corner of the room.Anne had cleverly covered it with a scarf so it was literally like acurtain going up to reveal the new me. My first glimpse of the new. Icontinued to sit in my Maxima but it seemed more like sitting in aquandary. I really wanted to get out and stretch my legs and I knew thatwould attract the truckers. I wasn't concerned about a briefinteraction, I have a decent femme voice and my gentlemen friends arealways complimenting me of my feminine mannerisms. However I had no ideahow long this might last and I have found that while I can definitelypass I cannot pass indefinitely. The last thing I wanted to happen wasto get read by a.