“Every time, I have blanked out what happens after that point, but now I remember”.The last woman in line, a statuesque blonde of about her own ag...e, turned her head and smiled in welcome and Katya found herself obediently taking her place at the end of the queue. A sliding door rolled open and the women silently paraded into the harsh light inside the building. Katya kept her eyes on the milky skin of the blonde woman in front of her until she was startled by the sound of the door slamming. Eventually I'll re-do this but right now its in my head and I have like short-term memory loss a bit when it comes to writing so I have to write it now or else it'll just go right over my head and *poof* there it goes. So, sorry about that. And sorry if you get confused by the constant POV changes. Because there are so many people in the family and out of the family, I wanted to make sure you see a bunch of POV's.****Short PrologueThey say when you're young, that's when life's greatest moments. But much of your history is unknown.”“Is that relevant?” I wondered.“Possibly,” the detective said. “For instance, if you were in the military or you have had martial arts training, it could put you into a delicate situation liability-wise. Do you follow?”I frowned but nodded.“I haven’t had either,” I replied.“Good, good,” the detective said. “Now, it’s pretty well known that you handle public relations for Miss Larimer. Is that correct?”“Yes,” I said.“And you were on the plaza that day as part. I accepted that shewas going to finish what she started and no amount of whinging on mypart was going to alter it. After nearly blinding me with a mascarabrush and putting a number of coats of gloss on my lips, she wasfinished.'That wasn't too bad was it?''I suppose not,' I said graciously.'Right, let's get you some false boobies.' She rummaged about in somedrawers and pulled out a couple of rubber breasts!'I used these when I went through my Dolly Parton phase.'She helped me into a lacy bra.