.." was all I could think. The scrawny boy I remembered from high school was gone, replaced by a truck of a man. I could see, even under the tight fit...of his Carhart undershirt, that his chest and abs were firm and tight. I could see every ridge of his muscles in his chest through that shirt... His skinny arms were replaced with massive tree trunks. His whole demeanor had changed. He was strong and confident. His physical appearance, was rugged and sexy. I could feel a sudden wetness start to. Ifreshened my lipstick, spritzed myself with perfume and walked back to theliving room where Randy was waiting.As I entered the living room and when Randy looked at me he had a shockedlook on his face."What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," I asked thinking that Ihad done something terribly wrong."That's the gown Carol wore on our wedding night," he replied."I'm sorry, I didn't know. I'll go change," I said as I turned to go backto the bedroom."No! Please don't change. You look just. I mean, can you think that up. It is dumb-ass and meaningless.Stian is straightened up and on his feet before me, all smirking and beaming and smiling. Hmmnnnn ... what is here to be smitten and bewitched and swept off one's feet about here? Perhaps he should cut it clean and share it out with me so that I can in the very end bust a gut and cackle and roar out at me. Womanizer ... lady-killer!"How can I help you?" I ask gently and mildly nice while I peep and check a glimpse out at him. He is. ?And anolder brother, Nick. He?s a policeman. That?s who we?re going to see inFlorida. I haven?t seen him for years.?Margaret?s eyes narrowed. ?Shit,? thought Esme. ?That was the wronganswer.? ?Really, why???Erm, he?s a policeman. I?m a journalist. It?s, uh...?Jay filled in. ?I think what she?s trying to say is it?s very expensiveand neither of them makes much.?Esme nodded in agreement. ?I?m afraid so.??And your parents???My father was an engineer for...? and she paused. ?a.