Dragging my feet down the staircase, I walked to the front door without any urge to hurry. I didn’t even look through the peephole, not caring that ...my face was red from crying when I opened the front door. Standing in front of me was a man in his late 30s wearing a business suit. His dark hair looked reddish under the light of the evening sun.“Good evening. My name is Michael Hart. May I ask if you are Charlotte Arkan?” he said with a smile which for some reason, I felt somewhat unnerving.“Yes,. The next day I overslept and hurried to shower, it was only when I waswashing, once again trying to scrub off the brown stain from my body,that I realised my nails were still painted. I shuddered with a mixed andimmediate response. I was horrified to see them still painted, yet thatsilly sissy feeling gripped me once again. I couldn't go to work withthem like this, not with painted nails. I could cope with my toenails,they could be hidden, but not my fingernails. I rushed out of the. Part 2All of a sudden John's mom and sisters rushed up towards him to pickhim up from the floor and take him to the bed. As soon as they got himthere they all started to say his name to try and get him to comearound, after about 10 minutes he started to come around very groggily but he was coming to."John." his mom asked and he was still a bit bleary eyed but managed torespond with "Huh huh what where how when..." was all he could musterat the time he looked over to his sisters Lizzie and Judy. " Gee, Bennie, you think you'd grow that fast?" Well, I don't know. That's why I want you to help measure me, kinda like I did for you. And I think you have grown too, not where we are measuring, but you do seem taller by a little. Maybe we need to measure you for that, too."Okay, let's start with the easy stuff. Let me stand up, and you can measure my height. I'll go stand at my closet door over there, and you can mark where the top of my head is. Then we can measure it."I grabbed a side chair.