But it wasn't enough to avoid her; Kara felt that Lily was responsible for everything bad that had happened to Kara in the intervening years.She neede... revenge.She'd plotted for a long time, desperately envious and jealous of her friend. Lily now worked at a law firm, drove a BMW, belonged to a country club. The final piece had fallen into place when Lily was engaged to be married. Kara had found out about the wedding through a mutual friend the day before; she'd immediately gone to her. He had asked a number of female friends to do this, but they’d all refused. Out of female friends, he asked the one male friend who would have the easiest time posing as a girl. I wasn’t actually a feminine boy, but my height was limited, and my masculine features not as obvious as with his other friends. When he asked me to pose as his wife in a fake wedding, I didn’t have the heart to let him down. I knew how much was at stake for him, and a couple of days of anguish, fear and acting was a. I raised up and looked at her. "I think you're forgiven." Iglanced down. About 4 inches below the knee, her left leg ended. Herright had another few inches. She had these weird white slipper thingscovering up the stubs, that also gave her a little more height.I tried to avert my gaze, but she noticed. "I had QES when I was 12.Took the right leg. An accident at a festival a few years back took theleft. A stage collapsed and a big-ass light fixture fell right on it,cut it clean off." I. My name's Helen and I just had my twentieth birthday a month ago. I live at home with my widowed mother, Sara, aged forty-nine. I worked during the day as an executive secretary and attended college part time at night.The sun barely got above the horizon that Saturday morning before Jake was out in a tee, shorts, and sturdy shoes. He likes his morning runs through the light woods behind our property and up the twisting trail of a large hill beyond that.Why am I furtively following Jake?Good.