It does make me wonder if there’s something wrong with me, although I suppose if I’d dared to ask either of them they tell me not to be silly and ...stop taking it so personally. Always easier to blame yourself though, isn’t it?“Caitlin?” Snapping from my reverie, I looked up and smiled at the sound of the French accent. This was a particular favourite spiral descent for my thoughts, and always left me maudlin. Red wire and maudlin thoughts were not a combination I yearned for at this time. I had. When I stepped in front of thefull length mirror and stared back at myself, it was love atfirst sight. From my shoulder-length hair to my smooth legs, Iwas all girl.Lipstick and nylons: those were the twin badges of femininitywhich I had always yearned to put on while looking like this. Myhands were shaking when I selected a pair of nude pantyhose frommy hosiery bag, and although I had long imagined what it mustfeel like to wear stockings over freshly shaved legs, nothingcould have prepared me. Now zoom out so you see more and more of the city, while still remaining centered on the building." I can't do it," I grumbled. "The minute I try I loose my focus." Try!" Bud yelled."I am!" I yelled back."Stop!" Harley's voice rose up out of the quiet place he usually kept himself. "This is not helping."The silence in my head was almost deafening as we stopped struggling with each other and my locking ability. The pause lengthened. For me it was like I needed to catch my breath all of a. They were something to see. ‘Your dad insisted on going with us, and we were pretty worried about him being hurt and how we’d face his wife and daughters if he was. I’m glad Jason insisted that we wear vests. Your dad never fired a shot, but was hit twice in the chest. The vest saved him, but I bet he’s pretty sore today.’ ‘Dad was shot? You neglected to mention that little fact!’ cried Gwen. ‘Are you sure he’s okay?’ ‘He’s going to be sore, but he’ll be fine. I bet Paula is treating him like a.