And don't get your hair wet!"I didn't need a second invitation. Letting my clothing fall where Itook them off, I headed into the bathroom.Unlike my f...rst hurried shower as Britney, I took a little time toexplore my body. I had read stories about the changes in adolescentgirls' bodies, so I thought I knew what to expect. I found that mybreast buds were more sensitive than I had imagined. I gently rubbedthem, wondering what they would feel like in another three or fouryears when they were. I may look like a blackamoor, and people assume I have their faith, but I don’t.”“You don’t believe in Mohamad?”“Not any more than I believe in Jesus except knowing both lived and changed everything, if as symbols more than anything else. In fact I believe Islam to be even more repressive than Christianity. Especially towards women. Heathen and infidel stand at about equal prejudice and repressiveness.”“Don’t you believe in anything?”“I believe in myself.”“That’s hardly a religious attitude.”. "I mean, that you are worried about something, and it's keeping you from talking to your husband. Believe me when I tell you it is never good when you can't say what you want to. It's definitely not a way to start a marriage." Then she added with a concerned and knowledgeable look that made Laura believe Josie was speaking from experience, "I know!"Though Laura wanted to hear the woman's experience, and especially, how she obviously survived it, she was more concerned with something else at the. “Sleep well?”“Uh, yes. I did,” my eyes fell on his. He was lounged in bed next to me, the covers tucked around his waist, leaving his chest bare. I noticed the muscles in his shoulders and arms were quite well defined. My eyes fell to his waist where the sheets were, and I bit my lip for a moment, missing what he’d been saying.“Sorry,” I blinked. “What did you say?”He held up a second cup of coffee, “Would you like some?”I took the cup with a nod of thanks and allowed the caffeine to do its.