At thirty eight years old the shoulder length head of brunette hair complimented her hazel eyes and ready smile. She was a slender five foot seven inc...hes tall narrow waisted gal with a nice little pear shaped ass. While she didn’t have overly large breasts, a modest thirty two inch b cup set that had a natural droop of course after nursing two children but they were flawless. I was later to find out that they were extremely sensitive as well. Anne had some slender but well defined legs due to. She spoke again with what seemed German, a few English words mixed in and I understood something like, “Take, bath, now,” with a question mark. “A bath?” Interesting. Yet a good idea because it had been quite a while from sweaty New Jersey to now. I remembered the stinky hairy people on the train.She reached forward with a hand and with a reluctant response I reached out to realize she was offering me help up. I stood and smiled shyly of course, the situation so suddenly changing, wondering.She. "You hang around with people who used to bully you?" she said a bit more seriously."A few. John. Nick Papadopoulos. Hey, people change. Nick has really changed. But, then again, so have I." Nick was the one that helped you with your weightlifting, right?" Warren nodded. "How do you think you've changed, Warren?" I'm a lot more at ease in social situations. I'm more at ease with people than I ever have been." Well, you're dating a social butterfly." They both laughed."Yes, I am. And she has. “I just wanted to let you know that everything is fine. I went over the changes with your attorney and there is no problem as far as either of us can see,” Clarice concluded.“You’ve got a contract?” I asked Kate. “What did it need?”“Oh, just some things about my name and stuff,” Kate said. “And yes. I guess Clarice is now officially my agent.”“Which would ordinarily call for a toast of fine champagne, but I’ve had Wendy get us a bottle of sparkling Catawba for dessert. We’ll save the champagne.