**Are you mad at me or something?* *No, not mad. I'm a little tired, and a little busy just now. And alittle sad for you.**Why?**You're losing bits an...d pieces of your childhood, just like you werethinking this morning. And there is more to come. It just reminds me ofwhen I went through that, and it makes me a little sad. All I can reallyadvise is to hang on to who you are, and find fun and happiness where youcan. If you let yourself get bogged down in the whole maturity thing,it's too easy to. Unless she wanted to announce her presence wherever she walked, those sexy knee-high ‘fuck-me-now’ boots would have to go.Now that she was in ‘stealth-mode’, bare-legged except for the dark nylon that made up her bodysuit, Jessie stepped into the hallway again, silently this time except for the squeaking brush of leather sleeves, and padded, stocking-footed (if stepping toe first, then heel could ever be considered padding – more like tip-toeing), down toward the next room away from the. I was free to give what was left to the girls or to charity. There was also a copy of the divorce papers she had filed, complete with a 'proof of service' from someone named Christopher Samuelson, a name I didn't recognize. She took her car and some of her belongings and left everything else.There were also four letters, one for each of the kids. When they shared the letters with me later, I learned that they were basically the same as mine, just personalized for each one of them. The younger. Iwalked over to Julie. She looked at me with her tearful blue eyes andgave me a silent nod. I grabbed hold of her tail and rested it on thecoffee table. I took a deep breath, raised the cleaver and slammed itdown, cutting right through.Julie's blood curdling scream echoed around the room as she collapsed onthe floor, blood spraying everywhere. I knelt over her, putting my handover the wound to try and stem the bleeding.?Okay, I did it,? I said in tears. ?Now please turn her back.?Emily looked.