It had been a longday; maybe he should take a nap? No he would keep playing. He pulled the armdown again and saw three women's hands appear on the mac...hine. Again moneyfell into the tray and like before he felt a strange sensation sweep down hisarms. He looked down at his hands and screamed, "Shit!"Erin awoke and asked him was wrong. He could only turn around on the stooland show her. His hands were now small and feminine. His nails were now longand manicured and colored a bright shiny red. Even. “I’m sure you’d sooner hear from Abby who definitely sings and looks prettier than me,” he announced, and several laughed.Brad handed her the extra mic, and they briefly discussed the songs she’d sing.‘You and I’ sung by Celine Dion. Words and music by Aldo Nova and Jacques Duval.Brad began the into with the keyboard simulating an acoustic guitar. Abby nervously looked at the gathered crowd unaccustomed to performing in front of so many people.High above the mountains, far across the seaI can. .. I do. But while you were away I had way too much time to think and I am going to accept a marriage proposal from the oldest son of Lord Winterbourne. George is nearly my age and has two children by his late wife. He has wanted to be with me since his wife, Cammy, died six years ago.”Deirdre looked at me with such devoted, confusion. Her eyes were sad, even as she shared her intent to get married. We had something special, but the one thing she needed right then was the same thing the vast. No backseat. Defiantly not a car meant for children. Walking towards the back of the car he saw the classic pony and Mustang emblem blazed on the fuel door.Giving the classic beauty one last glance he headed through the grape laden archway that led to the front door of the house. Nikolai and his mother had been having lunch every Monday for the past twenty-two years and he was a little surprised that she would invite someone to their luncheon. Walking through the front door, he headed for the.