Tears running down her face, she opened her locker and began taking out her street clothes. She ran her hands over the fringed vest she wore, knowing ...hat her chance at fame and fortune was gone. She was quitting the cheerleading squad. Hell, they weren't anything more than a whore corps to be used by any of the players!She stepped out of her g-string and started to strip off the knee-high white boots when she heard the harsh click of heels against the concrete. Turning, the blonde teenager was. He takes a long drink of it, then leans against the counter. “Ok, but you have to do the same. You have to tell me your thoughts.” “I promise.” “It’s more than adding things to what happened today. It’s just that they’re soo many things I wish girls your age did when I was your age. Things like today. I had so many fantasies. I am having those same fantasies again, about girls your age, not only doing things with boys your age but also with men, older men, even men older than me. I want to. That was a great number to wake up seeing. I was prettyshocked. It was a lot lower than 230. It was even more exciting becauseit was only my second day. Yesterday I didn't even think about myselfbeing skinny that much, and I still managed to lose 7 pounds. I startedto think about my skinny college weight of 177 pounds. Or maybe I couldgo even lower? I just needed to stay focused on what I was doing.I went into the kitchen and prepared myself some whole grain oatmealfrom some of the food my ex. He realised that Ellen, the girl, was long gone. She was a woman now, a mature woman, but no less beautiful. Even the faint scars that marred her eyebrows, reminders of Ted Winthorp's brutality, did not detract from her beauty.Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps it was the fact that he was finally able to see her as a real woman, not a ghost from the past. Whatever the reason, Henry suddenly felt an overwhelming tenderness for Ellen.When he cupped her hand with his own on the table, she looked.