I couldn’t fathom her rejection of him. She smiled, stirring the pasta.“He is, isn’t he?” she sighed. “Well, he’s divorced, for one. For t...o... he works for me. And you know how Don feels about work relationships.”“Well what about Chad and Lynn? They’re dating and they work together.”“Oh they are on the same level, you know what I mean?” she asked. I nodded.I sipped at my wine, which was almost gone and Sarah came to refill it. “You trying to get me drunk?” I laughed. The fire was warming me. After watching Karin’s contortions on the bed and repeatedly looking at her beautiful vagina, I spread, for the first time, my legs in front of a mirror. From that moment on, I knew that my snatch was ugly, even repulsive. Mine looked nothing like Karin’s. I had a flat, fleshy gash between my legs with loose, oversized flaps on either side. They were not lush, pouty lips, like Karin’s and yours that would temptingly open to touch and kisses.And they were, subsequently, too often just carelessly. It was then Jeff knelt on one knee and pulled out an engagement ring. Before he could say anything, I burst out crying. I looked over at Mom and she had tears running down her cheeks also."Katrina, it's been a long time coming, but you have always been my best friend. Would you do the honor of becoming my wife and Marry Me?"Needless to say, I said, "Yes." We planned the wedding for seven months away. He would be out of the service in three weeks and starting his training with the Detroit Police. It was just there. For instance, I knew that the lovely woman smiling down at me was the Aunt of the young man whose body I was currently using. Her name was – Tara.Tara was pretty and sexy and kind. She was slender and curvy in all the right ways, with a lithe, energetic way that made it pleasant to look at her. In other circumstances I would be luring her home for a tryst with Jenny. Except for the fact that Jenny was home, Tara would be a perfect diversion for us both. But Jenny was in her.