" I do understand," he said. "I'm gonna go call for a limo to come pick me up. I'll leave the Corvette outside with the key in it. When they send me t...e pink slip, I'll sign it over to you and have Shaver mail it to you." He turned to go."Jake," she said, "let me finish what I have to say." You have finished," he told her."No, I haven't, Jake. For God's sake, stop being so dramatic. That's my job! Turn around and look at me."He stopped his trek toward the door. Slowly he turned around."I'm. I opened the door to find a gorgeous woman about 35 years old. She was about average height, but very trim and fit. Her large D-cups strained against her sweater and her hips were very shapely. I smiled at her pretty face framed by long, red hair. Mike knew I liked redheads and I wasn't disappointed."Ellen... so nice to meet you, I'm Diana. Please come in."She smiled at me a bit nervously and stepped inside. I think she was a little disappointed at how ordinary my house was. It was if she was. The two Americans were really awful, crying almost nonstop at theslightest thing.The French 'girl' was really very feminine indeed and showed a lot ofchic and flair when given her dresses.She minced about during our leisure time, her hips flowing, skirtsswirling around her legs in a very erotic way indeed. Actually, Ifound her quite attractive in a funny sort of a way.We English 'girls' just got on with our studies and did the best wecould, partly because we did not want to be punished by our. At Orrin's funeral she had made a speech about the horrors of the infliction called MORFS. It was televised nationally and even foreign stations ran it. Both the 'Pures' and the pro MORFS lobby took it as a sign that the President would support them. But all Iris wanted was an end to suffering from the infliction. She hadn't even had a chance to see Orrin again. Ellis had their son put into a closed casket, because of the disfigurements, just like those of her first born son, Scott.She tried to.