The following morning I got up early and showered, dried off,tucked, taped and plugged myself and put on my underwear. I wore normalguy clothes over t...he top and went out to meet them at the park. They werealready there when I arrived and I got into the car. We went to a nearbysuburb to a clinic, all of us going in; one of them told the receptionistthat Debbie-Louise Goodhead was here. We waited for a few minutes and Iwas called in to the surgery, the guys waited outside. She asked lots. ”“I’m just a real estate agent. I invested money,” he said, cutting me off. I looked at Ernie.“You do not want me representing the community at this thing,” he said. “You know that.”I sighed. We, meaning Jim, had received an invitation to attend a symposium on urban renewal in California. More than that, they wanted a keynote address. Jim had already responded and told them I was the one who guided the process, that I owned the shelter, and that I had designed the park renovations. They ate it. Acknowledging her daddy's affectionate smile, the splendid little beauty slowly crossed the room. Jack noted the healthy color in her cheeks as well as the charming somewhat bedazzled expression on her sweet face. Both men noticed the decided waddle to her gait, and when her daddy stood, took her hand and led her over to the check-in window, she stood with her feet spread apart a little bit wider than a girl would normally.Pretending to read his magazine, Jack gazed discretely at the sweet. There were no lights to hide them here.“Wow,” I felt myself say.“Pretty neat, right?” She giggled. “I’m from a small town, and we still can’t see this many.”I looked back at her, my eyes having adjusted a bit more. My first thought was about how beautiful she was, strikingly so. I had noticed it before, but here, one on one, it was something else. In the light, I had seen that she had chestnut hair and bright green eyes. She wore a pair of running shorts and a tanktop with a sports bra. She had.