Braun would really be upset if you broke anything, OK?" Ah, yes ma'am, Mrs. Braun, and thank you." Well Bradley, if we're going to be working so close... all summer, please call me Lucy, Mrs. Braun and ma'am make me feel so old." Uh, OK Mrs... Lucy, but I thought your daughter was Lucy? I didn't know that was your name too." Well Bradley I am Lucy Lee and my daughter is Lucy Ann. It's a family thing."Oh... OK Lucy."Bradley walked to the front door with Mrs. Braun and watched as she got in her car. He’s 5’7”, platinum blonde hair, has a mix of feminine and masculine mixed in his face and from what I have seen of him, completely hairless and a sexy ass. He and I had been best friends since we were 2, now we’re 30 and still the greatest of friends. However, I’m not sure how he’d feel if I told him I’ve wanted to make love to his sexy ass.We load up his jeep and take off, making the 3 hour drive to the beach. Once we arrive, we seek out the secluded part, the area that lovers go or people. What if the tunnel was gone? What if I got back to the other dressing room, but I was still like this. Still a woman.A faint scent came to my nose. Perfume. A perfume whose name I didn't know, but whose smell I liked. I was going crazy and it smelled like perfume.I reached up and put my hands in the brown hair. It was soft. My ears were decorated with tiny pearl earrings.Suddenly I was trembling all over. I turned and went stumbling into the darkness. I think I screamed, but if I did that. Everyone else lived at one end of the house in Scarsdale, while Kennedy lived at the other -- she'd been seven when she made up her mind about that.Her real father had left Kennedy a number of pithy sayings, one of which she found useful in a surprising number of situations: "Nothing results in a quicker decision than an abrupt assertion of certitude." Kennedy didn't always get things she wanted, but at least there was no waffling and dragging things out.And so it was that when she'd started.