It takes me from one, to one and half-hours, to transform into Michele (read my stories to see the ritual I go through to transform — the ritual is ...pretty much the same in all of my stories and that's what I do in real life). So to all you timewasters out there; go to any of the websites listed above, look at my pictures and have a wank; don't call me for a meet unless you really want to!Once I have established trust I will then arrange a first meeting; always at a place of my choosing. I am. Colette was worse, dipping her head and hiding behind her honey-blonde hair and said as few words as possible. Still, I caught her shooting glances at me whenever I was speaking to Tabitha or Donald.I could feel discomfort coming off them in waves that were almost palpable. I was coming to hate the mood in the room and decided to just get it out of the way. “I can tell that you came here expecting something far different than what you found when you walked through that door,” I said, addressing. How different things seemed this morning. The tortured winds from the previous day had calmed and the waves seemed grateful for the respite. The sea was repentant, flushed to embarrassment by the blushing ribbon of sunrise that seeped up from the horizon. It purred apologetically to me as it lapped at a hundred and six pier posts, the intimate whispers of a confidant. And well it should be ashamed, given how it treated me yesterday. Maybe today will be different... I pondered my situation. I. "Governor Farris, I'm Rob Tufts and this my wife, Katie and our son, Jason. I take it this beautiful lady at your side is Sarah Miller?"Mike Farris responded, "No need to be formal, Rob. We've been chatting for a couple of days now and with all the assistance you've supplied I feel not only that I know all of you but that we are deeply in your debt. Sarah is actually co-governor in every thing except name."Sara spoke up, "We all want to thank you. I don't believe any of us would have survived.