My own mother was handing meover to strangers who would do ... I really didn't know exactly what. Iwanted to stand up and scream at her, but I was too... numb. All hope, alllife just drained out of me as I listened to the pen scritching acrossbright white sheets of paper filled with tiny print.As my mother signed the last page, Madam Martinique pressed one of a longrow of buttons on her phone, then lifted up the handset and began speakingsoftly. "Jessica, would you come into my office? Mrs. Sundry. ‘Alright…Liam. Are you alright? Did that man hurt you?’ Liam looked even more annoyed, and he fixed her with a condescending glare. ‘I am the youngestof three brothers, Selena. I learned to defend myself in a fight at a very young age.’ Selena bristled under his scorn, and she raised her chin to a lofty angle. ‘Well I was just concerned. How was I supposed to know you are such an experienced brawler?’ Liam stopped and glared down at her. ‘I’m not in the habit of getting into fights. I wouldn’t. “I’m just the show girl,” Amy replied.“Show girl?”I was not used to the real estate lingo. I soon learned that Amy was simply a showing agent for the realtor. She said it was her job to present the property to a prospective buyer and that the real estate agent would be the one to close the deal.Amy glanced out the window as we chatted. She seemed nervous, scratching at her neck, then taking a step in towards the kitchen, then checking her cell phone.“What time is it?” I asked.It was close to. My nipples are almost an inch across now and my pecs seem to be fuller and more rounded. They must stick out a couple of inches now. So I invested in some baggy pants and shirts. I'm certainly no fashion plate but at least I'm comfortable now. Before, after I struggled to finally get my jeans on they would be so tight I could hardly breathe. I could get comfortable by unbuttoning them and unzipping them a little, but then my tummy would bulge out in a soft rounded little white swell and I.