.ssssix...ff....I woke up in a large bed with pink veiling, baby pink satin bedsheets andcomforter, wearing matching satin panties and nightee. I sat... up with someconfusion and felt my hair: long and blonde. That was odd. I saw I wasin a four-poster bed in the middle of a pink little girls room. I alsorealized I was completely hairless besides my scalp hair, and had softpale white skin, slender fingers with light pink painted nails, andnoticed my toes looked similar.A woman of substantial. .” I said.“Lee, I’m good with it. More than good with it. I see it as making you happy which means no more angst, no more semi-state of depression. Yes, mister, I am very good with it. Okay! Sheesh,” she said. I smiled my gratitude. I was one lucky sonovagun.It was the end of January 1996. I would be having my baby Zoey the 11th through the 17th of February and the weekend of the 24th and 25th.“I really had been a bit wary as to how Glory might react to having my kid living with us; but as it. “I work, during the week, and she is still too young to be staying up late in the evenings. Holidays may be a different kettle of fish, but usually weekends, yes.”“Done,” she said. “But, like I told Lance, we also have dos sometimes on weekends. But I figure we can work those out between us. You know, just a little notice. What do you think?”“Yes, I can agree with that,” I said.“Holidays?” I said. “I mean over the long haul?”“Over the long haul?” she said, not getting my meaning.“I mean do we. Outside, obviously, but no place I recognized. It was only a second, remember.”José María nodded.“It doesn’t really prove anything other than Monsieur M likes to watch what seems to be underage porn, we know that.” He leaned forward. “The thing is, Michael, we’d like to know what else is on his computer. We don’t really care about his porn collection, unless it’s got seriously hardcore stuff and underage models, or unless it gives us leads to his trafficking operation, like faces we recognize.