.. that was the image of my 15-year-old sister."Go in and look at your face, Stef?" I suggested.She hopped off the bed and walked into the bathroom."O... my God!" she said making mom and me laugh out loud. She came out all cleaned up. She looked embarrassed."Don't worry little sister," I said. "It's not a big deal. Are you ready for your turn?" Don't you need some time to ... reload?" Stefani said with a straight face."My nuts are always making more," I said."Really, I never paid very much. ” The look in Scott’s eyes was immediately ravenous, but then it vanished just as quickly. “How about a private session upstairs in the yoga studio before we go?” Ginger shrugged, agreed, and followed Scott up the stairs after he locked the front door. He threw a couple yoga mats on the ground and motioned for her to sit down next to him. He started talking. “You seem to be one of our most dedicated patrons, Ginger. I really admire your passion for exercise and it is something that New Life. She dried herself in her room and got out of the wet jeans that she had worn, hanging them over the bath to dry. For a fleeting moment, she thought about putting another pair on, but settled for a summer skirt. She had always liked it for the way it rose up when it twirled. The T-Shirt tucked nicely into the skirt giving her figure much more definition. Just as she placed her wet socks beside her jeans, she heard the sound of piano music lilting along the corridor. She raised her eyebrows in. I was clearly kept sedated for most of my post op recovery because Ipassed out and woke up several times. The next time I heard Erik's voice,I felt a familiar bed against my skin, and smelt the familiar smells ofthe bedroom that we shared."Its ok princess, you've been unconscious for several weeks now. Its timeto see what you look like," he softly told me, then helped me to my feet.I was dependant on him as I walked barefoot next to him into the bathroom.I still felt weak from my long rest, and.