In comparison, our new comer had nothing going for her, it was very obvious that she was once a stunner that had simply let herself go, by that I mean...she had large breasts, a well defined butt, decent height and cute face to boot but now, there she was in her 30s, her large breasts though covered up easily showed signs of immense weight by the strain they caused on the bra straps that were cutting into her, her once well defined butt was much larger than one would like and seemed to be losing. ..would you believe that someone came into the store today and asked if we sold paint? My manager overheard him ask ME that and was sitting on needles waiting to hear what I had to say,” Jeff wrote to her. Trena laughed and wrote, “ What did you say?” “I told them that the paint on the shelves was for looks, and that we were really a fake front for a Mexican Drug Lord,” came his reply. “Oh my God! Did you get into trouble?” she said, grinning to herself. “Almost. My manager ran to intercept him. .." Then stop denying yourself. Stop wasting time trying to save a marriage which should never have been." If your father and I hadn't married..." she smiled."Touché," he replied. "Perhaps I should have said, stop trying to save a marriage which has nothing left, which can never be satisfying for you."Deep within she knew he spoke the truth. The rift between husband and wife was now so wide she doubted it could ever be bridged.He reached to take her hand. It was as though an electric. She looked right at Rachel and asked, "You're Rachel Carson aren't you?" Her voice was clear and strong with just a hint of forcefulness. "Yes I am," answered Rachel, "what can I do for you?" "Drop that stuff in your room and have a drink with me," she replied. The way she said it made Rachel feel very vulnerable, and while she didn't really want to be with this strange woman, she felt pressure to comply with her wishes. Before Rachel could answer, the elevator door opened and the lady took.