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call?”
    “Of course not, but I told dad I’d make sure
you made it ok. He had to go to New York this afternoon.”
    “What? Why?”
    “None of that now, you’re on vacation. So
did you make it?”
    “Yes, you may tell our father that I made it
and you can email me with the details of dad’s sudden flight to New
York.”
    “I might. Did you open your presents?”
    “No not yet, I was going to take a shower
first, but I did open the brown package. Thanks.”
    “Don’t mention it, well do – to them.”
    “I’m a big girl I’ll take care of
myself.”
    “Oh I know that, but what sort of big
brother would I be if I didn’t threaten your boyfriends? Besides I
can officially say you have a boyfriend.”
    “Not yet I don’t, I just got here and
haven’t seen anybody yet.”
    “Ok, maybe when you get home.” He loved this
way too much. It’s true though, other than the guy I just broke up
with I’ve never been involved with anyone else. “Oh, what did Kari
slip in there?”
    I squeaked, there was no way I was telling
my brother that Kari sent safe love, he’d go ape shit. “Oh, look at
that, my shower’s ready! Love you!” I hung up on his protest. I
knew I’d be answering to that when I got home.
    I headed into the shower to wash the day
away. I stood under the spray and hoped I was doing the right
thing. I didn’t know one way or another, but my father did, Baby
helped. Knowing she was close helped relieve tension. Maybe
tomorrow I’d stop by Delta’s and have her take me out shooting.
Maybe I would put Kari’s condoms to a good use. I knew I wouldn’t
be giving the bullets back to my brother. No matter what happened
with Carson, Kyle and me, I would not ever let those men get
into cross hairs of any gun.
    I turned off the water and wrapped the towel
around me and threw one around my hair. I walked into the main room
trying to decide what I was going to do with the rest of the night.
I mean, I knew there were a few things I needed to do, but for the
main entertainment I was at a loss.
    I pulled on my panties, which were cotton
boy cut briefs that said ‘Surfer bum’ on it. I love panties with
snarky remarks it allows me to blend in and still be spunky. I then
strapped myself into the torture device known as a bra; any woman
who says she likes them is lying through her teeth. I walked back
to the bathroom to do my hair.
    Now when I was in school it was curly and
frizzy it wasn’t until my junior year that I discovered the hair
product aisle in the store, but it was still most always in a
ponytail with little bits poking out in every direction. After I
started training and started gaining weight and muscle mass the
curls relaxed into something that can be straightened or scrunched
into ringlets depending on my mood. Tonight though, I wanted my
hair straight, I love the way my hair feels when it’s straightened;
it also gives me a whole new look, so I broke out the flat iron and
went to work.
    Half an hour later I stood looking at myself
in the mirror; long brown hair, brown almond shaped eyes, pert
little nose with a little tilt upwards at the tip and thick
strawberry naturally colored lips. Living in the Valley of the Sun
gave my skin a subtle glow.
    This body was not anywhere what I had in
high school. Sixth grade I was short, skinny and young. Two years
younger than anyone else in the class instantly made me an outcast.
The height, weight and hair made me a freak.
    Now as I look in the mirror there is a woman
staring back that has a soft seductive body. Her legs are trimmed
and her hips roll softly into a flat belly and breast that overfill
a ‘C’ cup. Her arms like her legs have slight muscle definitions
and her shoulders rounded it out for a perfect hour glass
figure.
    Most importantly I now saw a woman who was
very comfortable in her body.
    I was standing there still deciding what to
do when my stomach growled. Ok so dinner it is. I walked to the
guide book and saw that there was a