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Salvation At Last By: Lorraine B. (c) 2003 All Rights Reserved Chapter 1 The sun was going down it was fall, yet winter was quickly approaching, the wind was picking up and the temperature was dropping. The current of the river was running fast below the old railroad swing trestle bridge called Suicide Bridge, the bridge was named by the locals due to all the people that took their own lives from it. I for one almost became a statistic when I first came here. It took forever to climb the bridge due to the ice storm that hit as I walked along the old railroad tracks, as the elevations were higher here in this area to some degree. The county cops normally heavily patrolled this area from sundown to sunup but during any lousy weather the cops all hid. I had scored really big this time dumpster diving carrying ten large sacks, two with food and the rest with clothes and a set of luggage. I had made several trips to hide my loot near the bridge of course we all know those in need are the invisible to most that see us. Looking down at the rushing water seeing that the current was swift and strong I made it to the old bridge tenders shack after climbing out on the rusted girders and ladder. I found the hand holds and climbed them to the top of the bridge to open the old trapdoor in the floor of the old shack that hadn't been used since they automated the bridge. I was happy the day I found this place several months ago because I was cold, wet and homeless and this was shelter for me from the elements. The old shack had a bathroom and shower with running water and electricity, since I turned it on, an old wood burning potbelly stove that warmed the place and it was home to me, at least for the time being. Lighting a candle I took off the raggedy jacket I wore, the running shoes that had holes in the soles filled with newspaper along with my socks that needed to be thrown out. The shack warmed up and me also after I lit the fire. I had a good supply of coal from the trains that went by the bridge along with wood from the nearby woods so I was in good shape. I turned on the electric heater for the water then I pulled up the rope that I had tied the last of my bags before I climbed up to the shack. Once my prizes were in the shack I closed the trap door and sealed it. I checked the glass windows and made sure no light could be seen inside because if I saw light coming in that meant someone could see my lights when I turned them on. There was no light and I turned on my inside light, it wasn't much, but at least I could read as I layed on the old bed that was up there and I read anything. I opened the first bag seeing I had a feast for a change from canned veggies, to eggs, cheese, and powdered milk to meat; I was in heaven. In the other bags I found a white ski suit, hooded parka, boots, underwear, socks, pants, jeans, sweaters, shoes and more boots; everything was in new to next to new condition. I didn't see any problems even if they were women's clothes. I washed my hands and placed all of the clothes into the filing cabinet drawers of the filing cabinets that were left behind in my home. The food went into a small fridge that worked, which I had found abandoned and brought up. I took a fast shower removing the filth of my exploring and used a clean towel that I had found and cleaned during previous expeditions to dry myself. I felt the warmth from the old stove and made a hot meal on the top of the stove in cooking utensils I found that were also discarded. I smiled as I ate this fulfilling meal, thinking of the old adage one man's trash in another man's treasure, which I know, is right and aptly fitting to my situation. It was amazing to me that the skills of human survival came into place when I arrived here after I hopped a freight train. I was thrown out of my parent's home after I had been caught in mom's clothes and it was not the first time. Each time I was caught I went through the verbal abuse but this time it was different when mom saw my body and the changes I had done to it. From an early age I knew who and what I was and that was a female. I knew that mom and several aunts were on hormones after hysterectomies so I began to take their medications, after I read about them and what they would do. I stole Birth Control pills they no longer used but stored in their medicine cabinets. I did any and all odd jobs for money to buy the meds later from a shady pharmacist and on the Net. I was pleased with the effects all the meds did for me to make my dream possible even if I was in my later years of grade school and later high school. Basically thanks to the many clothing styles out in the stores I was able to hide my changes. Dad was dad, forceful to the point of being a bully at times and not in the least tolerant of other lifestyles, disabilities or skin colorings. Mom just tolerated his ramblings and ignorance, I guess she felt that he was the only man in the world that would love her since the removal of her reproductive organs and so she stayed with him. I thought back as I ate my food and remembered that day well that I was forced to leave my home I grew up in. That morning when I awoke I knew that my parents were going out for the day and would not return until late in the evening. I was always careful when I bought my own clothes, usually from thrift shops. I never went for the ultra feminine because of the possibility of my parents finding out, but I did wear girls' foundations, loose jeans, sweaters and sweats shirts, socks and shoes. I brushed out my long auburn hair and braided it tying a small violet- ribboned bow at the end. I dressed in my panties and bra, did my makeup and deftly drew up my legs the suntanned thigh highs I had purloined from mom. I stepped into my black jeans and slipped into the new, long, loose, violet colored cotton blouse. I had borrowed the day before from mom's closet her black, two-inch, high-heeled pumps and gold jewelry to my neck, ears and wrist along with a small wristwatch. I had heard them both leave out the door earlier and I went into the kitchen after I looked myself over being very pleased at my results. On the kitchen counter was a list of chores for me that I immediately started on like laundry, house cleaning and dishes. I immediately started those chores doing the laundry and the cleaning. I had finished all the laundry having folded, ironed what was needed to be ironed and put it all away. I was washing the dishes with the radio playing loudly. I was listening to the classical music that I enjoy, when they both came home. I didn't hear them as they entered the house but I did hear the radio getting turned off. I turned toward the radio seeing mom, with her walking to me slowly and very softly saying, "Brookson James Arlette, you promised us, no more using my things. You better get into your bedroom and change clothes. Dear I must say you look very nice but you still did promise us. I'll keep your father busy while you get into your room, then I want a long talk with you." Mom was true to her word and kept him occupied as I snuck toward my room praying as I traversed the house. I made it without him seeing me and quickly shut the door. I took off the shoes, jeans and blouse when mom entered my room. I turned around toward the door in fear when she saw me, all of me. She screamed and fainted to the floor in a heap when I heard dad running. When he saw me bent over mom he said a few nasty words and called me a few names. I saw his anger for me, when he picked up mom into his arms and told me to get dressed in the clothes I was in before and that we were going to have a nice long talk in the living room. Dad carried mom into their room and I dressed quickly back in the clothes I had on earlier and went out to the living room and sat down on the couch. I waited for what seemed a lifetime when he emerged from their room, came into the living room, and sat in his chair saying, "This can't go on! Go pack and you're gone! I don't care if you live on the streets, I don't have a son anymore. I won't have a Fruit living in my house! Now, get the hell out of my sight and leave the keys to the house in what used to be your room." I started to cry and then to explain what I was going through that was when he came at me with his fists clenched nearly hitting me and then saying, "I'm going into that bedroom with my wife, a real woman. Faggot, you better be gone when I come out. Go find another faggot to screw your ass. My son is dead!" He went back to mom and slammed the door closed as my tears flowed down my cheeks. I went back to what was once my room, found my stashed money and ID, packed a large backpack with my clothes, added a sleeping bag and another bag with sneakers and hygiene stuff. I took off my mom's blouse and shoes, placed them onto the bed and I unbraided my hair. I put on a t-shirt, socks and sneakers and placed the keys to the house on the dresser. I took one final look around my room, walked out and left that house. I walked down the familiar streets of the town and eventually out of it. I had no idea where I was going or what I was going to do. Darkness had fallen as I walked when I heard a car, suddenly red and blue lights came on behind me and I stopped as the spotlight hit me in the face as I turned toward the car. I heard the car open and a man say, "You shouldn't be traveling these roads alone or at night. Are you a runaway?" I explained I wasn't but I had nowhere to go, I was placed into the backseat of the car with him getting all the information like birth date and such that he placed into the computer of his car. While he waited for the information not a word was said, I came back clean with him making a call on his cellphone. He drove me to the County Sheriff station where they fed me, when a woman came into the break room saying, "Hi Brook, I'm Ms. Wavers with Social Services, I made arrangements for you to stay at a homeless..." "Ma'am, I don't have anywhere to go..." "Sure you do, the shelter, there are some real nice girls there to keep you company." Wavers said as I explained why I was thrown out of my home. I watched as her facial expressions changed from shock to confusion and then her taking me to the bathroom to prove everything I said with her saying, "Well I guess you can't go there, I'll get you a room at a motel for the night and tomorrow you'll come see me and we'll get you off the streets." We left the station where I was taken to the county seat near the downtown area. Ms. Weavers was true to her word and got me a room for the night, a filthy room. She had registered me at the desk and got the key for me with us going up to it. On opening the door it was the armpit of the world seeing mice scurrying and roaches climbing the walls. I was too tired to complain and placed my stuff under the bed, locked the door and walked her to her car with her making me promise to come see her which I did do the following day. On the way back to the room I saw the dregs of humanity but as I turned the corner I felt a knife at my throat with a man forcibly taking me into a linen room where I was beaten and raped. The man screwed me in the butt and the mouth once he saw my breasts and no vagina. He called me the same names my dad did as he repeatedly raped me and made me fellate him with no condom and that knife at my throat. He finally left me; I grabbed my clothes and ran to my room in tears. I took showers, many showers to get rid of him, his semen and his smell, yet I still felt dirty. My butt was bleeding, my mouth was swollen, I had a black eye, and bruises everywhere. I looked in the drawers of the bathroom finding several tampons, sanitary pads, spermicidal douche and Vaseline. I silently thanked the woman that left them and the maid for leaving them alone, as I douched, then shoving the tampon into me and placed the pad into my clean panties. I layed down on the bed and cried myself to sleep not caring about the creepy crawlers in the room. I awoke in the morning, removed and checked the tampon seeing the blood had somewhat stopped, took another shower, dressed in clean panties and sports bra, hip hugger jeans and a sweatshirt. I put on tied my white sneakers, packed my stuff, checked the room over and ran like hell away from there. I found a place for coffee and got directions to the county social services. Finding out the place was only a few blocks away. I walked those few blocks, found the building and where I supposed to go. In no time I was checked in at the receptionist?s desk after I filled out the amazing amount of forms and was told to sit and wait for Ms. Weavers to call for me. After a time of watching the people I heard my name called but the woman that called my name sure wasn't Ms. Weavers. Following this woman to her desk as she went over the forms with her finally saying, "Without an address for you there's nothing I can do. Why don't you ask your family for help or the churches?" By this time I was angry and loudly saying, "Look lady I was told by Ms. Weavers to be here after she put me up at that crummy motel where I was beaten and raped. I came like she said; you won't help me so what the hell, good are you people for? You get a check for the crappy work you do and are supposed to help people, but I don't get shit! I need help because I thrown out of my home by my father because he said I was a faggot, I'm not a faggot, I'm a girl you stupid bitch. Screw you and the rules!" The area I was in went silent as everyone listened to my words. I gathered my things and ran from the area, the building and eventually to my home on the bridge after I hopped a freight train. I spent three days on a freight train hidden in a boxcar from hobos and the railroad cops. When the train stopped at the bridge I got off of it. Washing my dishes that I ate from and got the garbage ready for disposal, I then sorted through the bags that I had left. I found I had everything I wanted or needed and put them away into my makeshift dresser. I put on a pair of flannel pajamas, warm slippers and a warm robe; I found that fit me well but loose. I laid the suitcases on my bed and opened them up one by one finding all types of accessories, makeup and jewelry. It seemed strange to me that someone would throw out all this stuff considering it was new or fairly new. Checking through the pockets of the Pullman suitcase I found many sets of keys and a clutch wallet that contained, IDs, birth certificate and anything else I needed to start a new life along with a thousand dollars in cash and over three thousand in Travelers Cheques. I placed the clutch wallet over to the side and opened the travel suit carrier, which had several skirtsuits, blouses and pantsuits, high-heeled shoes, makeup, toiletries and jewelry in a roll. I looked in the roll seeing it was all real jewelry, gold, silver and stones, watches, rings, necklaces, bracelets and earrings. I became excited seeing the possibility of pawning these jewelry items if I became desperate. In the large suitcase I found several nylon bags, woolen and nylon tights in many colors, a few purses and a major find of a large wooden jewelry case, my heart raced as I opened it. It was the mother lode! I closed the case and placed it near the bed. I was in shock; I had ID, money, checks, jewels and clothes. I could become this woman or a relative since our physical dimensions were near the same and after I had compared our pictures in a mirror. I tossed the idea around in my mind when I picked up the makeup case and opened it; I removed all the makeup seeing it was nothing but the best. I pulled out the tray and saw much of the same but it all was in another tray. I pulled the tray out and I stared in disbelief as I saw wrapped packages of one hundred dollar bills eight inches deep by fourteen inches by ten inches. I closed the lid after I replaced the tray. There was one case left when I opened it I found more money all in used hundreds. I was set for the long haul! All I wanted was food, shelter and clothes and I received them, and silently I thanked my benefactor for her gifts. I never expected the other things as a bonus. I looked at the keys seeing that they belonged to a Cadillac that had a license plate number on the nametag. I almost choked as I read the name being Brooke Jaime Andrews but the address was in a city about two hundred miles from here. I found some paperwork that she was an Insurance Investigator that worked for Delta Insurance. I also found a local address of a house, was this fate that threw all this at me? Was the lady in trouble? Was Brooke dead by foul play? What could I do to help? I hoped and prayed silently she was alive as I turned off the light and stoked the fire for the night. Chapter 2 I awoke in the morning, put on the robe and slippers, and stoked up the fire. I made breakfast allowing myself to turn on one of the few real luxuries I had, a radio. I listened intently to the local news for any bodies being found or murders; thankfully there weren't any that were reported. I heard the weather report that we had cold temperatures that were to continue throughout the day and that the ice would possibly remain. While I ate I listened to the strains of classical music deciding to take down everything I found and hide it well. I also decided to look for Brooke's car and look in her house. If I had to, I would become Brooke Jaime Andrews, I would become her in her life in every way I could or at least until I found out what happened to her or quite possibly disappear with her identity. What I had in my possession could land me in prison for rest of my life if she was murdered. If she didn't appear, I was safe; if I found her there was always the possibility of a reward. Savoring the food I ate, every mouthful, remembering the times I had not eaten for days. I cleaned up and washed the dishes. I took another shower thinking of what I had to do when the chilling effect of cold water brought me back to reality. I turned off the water, dried off, used Brooke's toiletries and braided my hair. Going to my dresser/file cabinet I found a lilac bra and panty set that fit loose but well enough. I pulled on a pair of plum colored nylon tights and white Bobbi socks adding a pair of silk long johns, leggings and a top. I added a silk turtleneck and sweater and pulled on a pair of plum colored bib ski pants. I zipped them at both sides and put on the matching Sorrel snow boots that fit perfectly. I had lost some weight but at least the clothes fit me well enough. I packed the nylon bags, the suitcases and anything that was mine and placed them all at the door hatch. My fire was almost out from the ashes in the stove. I turned off the water and pulled the fuses to the electricity. I found the purse I packed earlier pulled out Brooke's ID and looked in a mirror. Auburn hair, green eyes, five foot nine inches tall, and a size eight with a thirty-four C cup bust. Yep, I could pass myself off as her. I looked at my long fingers seeing broken nails and chapped hands; that could give me away, I thought. I found a pair of lined Isotoner gloves, ski hat and ski gloves. Everything matched the ski suit in the pockets of the ski jacket and I smiled as I covered my terrible hands. It took me over an hour to get everything down and hidden yet I did it. I slung my purse over my shoulder and walked to the area I found the stash. I walked around the area and had the remote door opener in my hand. I pressed it when I saw a caddy listening for the chirp to let me know that I found what I was looking for. Walking to the mall that was virtually empty I walked up and down the rows of cars and pushed the button when I was rewarded with that chirp and walked toward it seeing a new, white, Cadillac Escalade EXT with the engine started. It looked like a four door pickup truck but I noticed that if the cover of the bed when it was raised it was larger than a Chevy Suburban with a pass through, walk in feature. It also had a window that lowered at the back gate and added carpeting that could be rolled out onto the bed. Opening the driver's door I got into the vehicle after I checked the license plate numbers that matched. I looked over the controls, placing the vehicle in gear. I drove slowly to the dumpster where I found my treasures. Peering into it I saw at least ten more bags of things and cases that I didn't get the day before. I got everything out and into the Caddy, going back to where I hid my other booty. I pressed a switch on the dash and heard motors seeing the cover to the bed rise and the window lowered hear several clicks and I smiled. While I loaded everything I prayed no cops would come along and thank the Powers above they didn't. This town wasn't the largest but it has a population of over one hundred thousand, it was small, but not real small and people kept to themselves. I looked at the address on the keyring and found a map in the door pocket and a GPS navigational unit in the dashboard that was programmed and went directly to the house. It was an old, rambling, massive farmhouse and buildings on the other edge of town. I noticed that no one was about the area and pulled into the driveway to the back of the house and parked the car in a garage that opened, as I got closer. It freaked me out until I realized I went past some sort of security device or was in transmitter range that triggered the door. Getting out of the Caddy after I killed the engine I walked slowly and cautiously to the back, enclosed porch, opened the door with the keys I had and went in and directly to the back door. I was alert to any unusual sounds and there were none Opening the door I felt the warmth of the heat, yet I waited to hear if there were any other sounds and there weren't. Going inside and closing the house door, unzipping the jacket I wore and took it off, placing it on a kitchen chair. Looking around visually I saw that the kitchen was immaculate; by the back door there were slippers, women's slippers and only one pair. I took off my boots put on the slippers that fit me and replaced them with the boots on the mat. In each room I went I saw it was decorated femininely in a modern motif. I climbed the stairs seeing the motif was ultra feminine in each of the bedrooms. The closets in three bedrooms were empty but the Master bedroom of the walk in closet was full to capacity, the dressers were full and everything was beyond immaculate, almost sterile. I saw several pictures in gold frames of two women; one was Brooke and one was a very much younger Brooke that I assumed was her sister and that she was in grade school or possibly high school. There was an inscription on the bottom of the photo that said, With All My Love Sis, Tara. Another picture in the same type of frame showed an older man in woman that looked to be the older version of Brooke. She was beautiful in her picture. The man that stood over the woman, was muscular, slightly balding but damn he was handsome. The inscription said We Love You Very Much Darling, With All Our Love, Mommy and Daddy. Looking around I saw that the other photos were of family and friends. I made a mental note to avoid everyone if I could. I went up the stairs to the next floor seeing four more bedrooms very well decorated as those down below. I went down the stairs back to the master bedroom. I changed my clothing into something less warm then that I was wearing. I checked out the walk-in closets finding that everything that was in the closet was new with some of the store tags on them. I took a short denim skirt, suntanned pantyhose, a light blue colored, sleeveless shell and Denim jacket with a pair of black, calf length, low-heeled black boots and went into the bathroom and changed. I sat down at the makeup table in the bedroom after dressing; I checked and repaired my makeup and manicured my nails using Brooke's nail polish that was out. I made a note mentally to get extensions on my nails. I went downstairs and then to the kitchen going to the windows seeing that the garage door was lowered. I looked around and saw several switches by the back door and tried them all. Kitchen light, hallway light, porch light, backyard lights which left only one switch that I flipped up that returned back to the off position. I looked out of the window seeing the garage door rising. I grabbed the jacket and purse where I left it, put it on the hat, gloves and making sure I had the keys. I went out to the Caddy leaving the doors wide open. I took everything in the caddy and put it on the porch, locked the Caddy up and went to the house. The stuff I had gone through was taken to the Master Bedroom, unpacked and placed where I thought it should go. I went back downstairs and went through all the bags and cases seeing all new accessories, clothing, lingerie, and shoes with the store tags still on most of them. I found a new laptop with all the bells and whistles, files, more jewelry, makeup and another set of IDs and passport made out to Mrs. Brooke J. Carpezio at this address. I had to assume that was her cover name and ID. Taking the clothing and such upstairs and put everything away I went back downstairs. I collected the files and the laptop finding a den and placed them on the desk. I was starved and found out in the kitchen the cupboards and fridge was bare or almost bare. It was then I realized that the food I found must have been from Brooke also and she had just bought it. I pulled in the bags I had from the porch and put it away in the fridge and cupboards. I found the cooking utensils and made a quick omelet and ate it from a plate. I even had fresh brewed coffee without the grounds in a real coffee cup. I was in heaven as I crossed my legs at the table eating and drinking when I heard what sounded like a telephone. Curiously I followed the ringing sound to a table where a cellphone laid with another telephone. Picking up the cellphone I answered with another voice saying, "Hi Sis, I'm at Mrs. Evers home. I just got out of school. Are you coming home tonight?" I quickly remembered the picture upstairs and the inscription saying, "Hi yourself Darling Tara, my loving sister and yes dear, I am," I said trying to hold down my fear with Tara saying, "Are you okay Sis? I mean you sounded worried before and now you sound like a loving sister. Momma sends her love to you." "I love you all too, things are getting better over here." I said loosening up with Tara saying, "Ah...Sis...Since I'm off tomorrow could I go to your house and stay there tonight with you? I need my hair done..." "You know I don't like that idea of you being alone but just this time, yes. No boys, no one in the house but you kiddo, tell momma. I love you Sis." I said as I disconnected taking the cellphone with me into the den. I was worried that the younger sister would know but by all indications she didn't. I smiled as I sat at the desk unpacked the laptop and booted it up. Then a security screen came on requesting a password. I froze until I saw another picture on the desk of Tara and Brooke. I typed in Tara but that was rejected, then mother with that being rejected too. I tried the word investigate and that let me in. I found Brooke's daily Journal that I decided to read later; in Outlook I found her address book. I looked over all the names finding the telephone number to the hair salon she used in the city. I picked up the cellphone and dialed the number. I spoke to the receptionist with her saying, "It's about time you called us. You're overdue for everything but somethings are left to our Gyne. Is Nine AM okay?" I laughed. "Sure and I'm bringing Tara with me for the Everything Special, no bikini waxing though and no oil changes," I said laughing with the receptionist saying, "No problem, I'll tell Gracie, be a good girl." She then hung up with me thinking that this was going to be easier than I thought when the cellphone rang that turned out to be the president of Delta Insurance saying, "Brooke, this is Warren we haven't received a report from you in days. Is everything alright?" I did a fast search in the address book and found out his name was Warren Quist with me saying, "I had a few problems but they're corrected now. I'll fax those reports in tomorrow." "No rush, we were worried about you since you didn't call in or fax the reports. This case, this guy Horst, I'm sure he killed his wife or that's what my gut tells me. I don't know but there's a sister that's the beneficiary. Read that file I gave you if you haven't done so. Oh the safe was installed so put those files in it, the combination to it is in the desk." Warren said with me saying, "Yes sir, I decided I'm going to my house for a few days, I need a rest" "No problem but please keep in contact." We said our goodbyes and I disconnected, as I opened the middle desk drawer and found an envelope. Opening the envelope I found a piece a paper with the combination but where in the hell was the damn safe?" All I knew it was a safe and had to be hidden. There were four logical locations it could be, the den, the master bedroom, garage or the basement. I looked at the rug seeing my small footsteps in the deep pile then I saw much larger footprints that stopped by an end table. I walked to that table and pulled the handle that revealed a door and behind that safe door with an electronic keypad lock. I entered the combination and heard a heavy click. I pulled the door open seeing it was empty. I closed the heavy door, heard the click and closed the table door with me smiling. Going back to the desk I sat down in the comfortable high backed chair after smoothing my skirt. Looking through the computer files I found out that Brooke was essentially loaded, she didn't want for much. She had a major stock portfolio, 401k, savings and checking accounts that totaled out to several hundred thousand. For a woman in her very early twenties, she had just turned twenty-one to be exact; she sure as hell was doing something right. Shutting down the laptop, I put it away in its case, placing it and the file briefcase near the door. I went upstairs packed a small suitcase, took it and my suit carrier, the briefcase, the makeup case loaded with money in it and went downstairs. I picked up the laptop case and the other file case taking everything into the kitchen. On entering the kitchen my thoughts were I had to admit Brooke certainly did have good taste and spent her money well. I opened my purse in the kitchen seeing all the credit cards and an ATM card. I made another mental note to get the PINs or Personal Identification numbers. I found some paper and a pen in the computer case and took out the Travelers Cheques and the Driver's License. After several tries I had managed to exactly copy Brooke's signature. I found samples of her handwriting in the briefcase and managed to copy that too. I had a cup of coffee as I wrote when it went right through me. I felt the urge and went back to the master bedroom and used the potty. I was refreshed as I cleaned up deciding to look into the medicine cabinet. Damn, the girl had a pharmacy in it, I thought as I closed the door of it. I found sanitary pads and tampons and took a few for my purse and went out to the bedroom. That was when I saw several cases underneath the bed as I walked in. I opened the cases seeing disguise kits from wigs, breasts, phalluses from flaccid to full erection to facial putty. There was one case near the wall that I pulled out after nearly going under the bed; I opened the case seeing what looked like skin and hair in different colors that matched the wigs. I picked one up with hair the same coloring as mine and picked up a small pamphlet that was the instruction sheet for application of the prosthetics. I smiled broadly as I read the sheet, it was an artificial vaginal with hair. I had heard that just the pubes was sometimes called a Merkins used by many models that shave their pubes and need hair for a shoot. I found the glue and solvent to remove them in the case. I imagined in her type of work Brooke had to be deceptive, I could not imagine her coloring her pubic hair. I went back to the bathroom, raised my skirt and slip and lowered my pantyhose and panties. I spread the glue as instructed, stuck the remnants of my penis into a silicone tube and applied the prosthetic. I held it for several minutes as I read the pamphlet seeing that I could have intercourse and the simulated appearance of having a period. The glue was good for two months but the maintenance was as bad as the real article. I reopened the medicine cabinet and took out Brooke's birth control pills that I found previously and took two purse containers seeing that they were of a really strong dosage. I checked the prosthetic and looked at it in the mirror, it looked real, even the skin coloring looked like mine; I saw no seams at all. I pulled up my panties and hose, dropped my skirt and slip. I took the glue, pills, tampons and pads, after I replaced the cases under the bed. I went back downstairs to the kitchen and placed everything into my purse with my clutch wallet. After putting on my jacket, I flicked the switch on the wall for the garage door to open. I took my stuff onto the porch, locked the house door, locked the porch door and walked to the Caddy. I unlocked and started the Caddy with the remote, packed it up and was on the road in minutes. I saw the GPS on the dash, followed the menu and set in the address of Brooke's house and the city, in seconds I had the route. I found a CD and put it into the player and drove on, stopping once for gas using a credit card. While I drove I thought of what I was involved in read like a mystery novel. I laid it out in my mind; Brooke, I knew she possibly loved her family and vice versa. Her boss Warren hadn't heard anything from her in days. Then it was the finding of her possessions and money. My conclusion was she met with foul play and I was a target too for assuming her identity. However it was neat for a teenager to pretend to be an adult with all of Brooke's toys and wealth. I would have to be careful also or I could wind up being a cell wife to Bubba in prison. Chapter 3 I arrived in the city with no problems thanks to the GPS trip program. I called Brooke's home or shall I say my home when Tara answered excitedly saying, "Hi Sis, are you almost home?" "You bet Sis, now you have a choice, either I stop at the grocery store and I cook or I bring something home, anything my baby sister wants." I said with Tara saying, "Oh lord, please don't cook! I'll be sick for days! Pizza from Maggio's is the thing, sausage, mushroom, green pepper and onion maybe a few beef and hot sausage sandwiches too with the works." I laughed saying, "Hey little girl you're going to bust out of those panties eating like that." "That's okay I'll strip naked and give all the boys and perverts a thrill. I could call the order in for a delivery?" Tara saying with me thinking I needed to seen and be with people, I needed to be comfortable in this role, saying, "Sweetie, I'll get the grub for us, enjoy my house, no boys and I'll see you soon." I was floored when Tara seriously said, "Are you sure this is my older sister Brooke, normally she'd bitch, be mean and moan, you're far too bubbly and sweet." "People do change dear, people do change, you'll be treated as the little princess you are and no more language like that or the old Brooke will paddle that sweet butt of yours." I said making Tara laugh as I disconnected. I pulled over to the side of the street and entered the restaurant menu on the GPS giving the city and the restaurants name which it showed from where I was parked and then I asked for the route to the house. It showed what I needed and went toward the destination following the map. Arriving at the restaurant, I had to park the Caddy a block away and walked. At first I kept my head lowered as I walked, but then I thought Brooke was assertive, she was not in the least a shy girl. I held up my head stuck my breasts out and took the stride of a woman of the world that I saw and remembered. On entering the restaurant I was seated at a table when I felt the stares of all the men in the place. I placed my purse on the table, took off my jacket, sat down on the chair, and crossed my legs as I waited when a short much older man came to the table. He sat down with me saying, "Brooke you look grand, it's been a over a month since we saw you last. Momma is on her way, she was making the sausage, but me Luigi I'm still the chef. Anything you want on or off the menu is yours." I was slightly taken by surprise that Brooke knew the owners and was treated so well after what Tara told me. I looked at Luigi smiling and saying, "Thanks Luigi..." "Hey whatsamatter, it was always Poppa, now it's Luigi. Now call me Poppa like you used to. Oh, Roberto my son still has the feelings for you like he always did..." I was embarrassed that the man sitting across from me was being a matchmaker that I interrupted him saying, "Poppa, Tara is alone at my house and I just got back from out of town..." "Say no more, give me the order and we'll bring it to you." Luigi said with me giving the order to him verbatim what Tara wanted. I stood up with him helping me with my jacket, I gave him a kiss on the cheek when I heard a woman saying, "Getting fresh with my old man huh! Go on take the garbage but then I'd have to cook in his place." I turned to the voice seeing an older woman with streaks of gray in her raven hair. She was several inches shorter than me, not overly endowed in the breast area and a little heavy, but her frame matched her fine. Her face was free of makeup and her olive skin shone. Her smile was the type of smile that probably stole the hearts of many men in her youth. "Hell Momma you already run it and you do cook the best." Luigi said kissing her with me taking Luigi's cue saying, "Hi Momma, I had to stop in for Tara..." "It's about time too! Roberto pines for you dear. I think he's still in love with you but you ignore him. You ignored him in school and here in the restaurant. Out of all my sons, the bums, Robby is the best kid. Go out with the boy, give him a little joy, marry him and make babies." Momma said with Luigi agreeing with her and me blushing, nearly in a state of shock. I thought of the prospects and what Brooke would say and decided to be diplomatic, as what Brooke would say would not be nice.' I hugged the woman and kissed her both cheeks saying, "Momma I'm not ready for marriage, I have my job and those that depend upon me." "Poppa and I were married at fourteen in Sicily, we came here, had our first bambino at sixteen, worked many jobs, opened the restaurant and we had four boys that tired me out. I guess you're right, don't rush getting married and having the kids. Now go to Tara and the food will be at the house in an hour." Momma said with me kissing them both on the cheek as they both walked me to the door with Momma saying, "Is the job getting better Cara? When we saw you last you were very tired now you look like the old Brooke we love but thinner." "I needed a rest and still do, a long one. I took a few days off and lounged around but I'll be okay." I said as they both kissed me as I went out the door onto the street and walked back to the Caddy with my thoughts. Well, old friends took me for Brooke, so did Tara, at least so far. Maybe, just maybe I could fit into her shoes? Oh hell I already, do along with everything else yet families, friends and acquaintances are another matter. So far my actress skills that I never knew I had are working. Arriving at the Caddy I climbed into it and followed the directions home, which were only a few blocks away from the restaurant. I went slowly down the street seeing only a few old homes to each block with beautiful lawns and gardens when I came to the block Brooke's home was on I watched the addresses and came to an entrance to a driveway That had an ornately constructed iron gate and dense shrubs around the grounds giving the look of privacy that said No Trespassing and No Solicitors. I pulled up to the gate after seeing the address on it that matched Brooke's ID, a gate slid open without me doing a thing. I slowly followed the drive seeing the garage door open to a house that was built of stone and redbrick in the style of a ranch style home. Everything was on ground level and built large from the bay windows to the doorways. Parking the Caddy into the garage, I turned off the engine and got out of the vehicle. When the door from the house opened and I saw my younger twin standing there with a smile on her face that could melt butter, She ran to me and hugged my waist with her saying, "Sis, I'm so glad to see you, mommy and I were so worried about you when you didn't answer your cellphone for all those days, you look thinner. We thought the worst had happened, we just didn't want to lose you like we lost daddy when he killed himself. Even if you are snot, we love you. ?Holding this little girl to me I had tears in my eyes and was a bit angry at Brooke, here she had everything anyone could ever dream of having. Yet she was a maven in her skills and a bitch that didn't treat people well. I pulled Tara from me smiling grabbing my purse and saying, "Okay Sis, let's unload, unpack me and wait for the food. A growing girl does have to eat and that means you." I kissed her and smiled as I tweaked her cheek. She didn't like what I did but she dug right in and helped me unload taking my suitcase and I the rest, as I followed her into the house. If I thought the other house was done femininely this house outdid it with its pinks, yellows, reds and whites. Lace, satin, silk and velvet was abundant. Every room looked to be decorated in the retro look from the fifties and early sixties. The Master bedroom was at the other end of the house so I had the ten-dollar tour not saying a word. On entering the Master bedroom I was speechless seeing the opulence and grandeur of the room. It was beyond anything I could imagine or have seen in magazines. Tara went to work unpacking me as I went to a large desk that had a computer docking station and very large flat-screened monitor hanging onto the wall on it. I unpacked the laptop and slid it into the docking station and turned them on, giving them life. I entered the password and saw an icon that I clicked on. I was connected to a DSL and taken directly to an ISP that greeted me saying my last visit was many days ago. I left the computer on, took off my jacket laying it and my purse onto the bed with the money cases under the bed. I wanted to explore this house and everything in it but then I had to be the consummate actress and pretend that I had always lived here, were my thoughts when the doorbell rang. Tara came flying from the closet and pressed a panel on the wall near the bed asking who it was, it was the food delivery and damn the guy's voice was sweet and sexy. Tara pushed a lager button that I assumed was the gate. I grabbed my wallet and we went to the front door as I marvel at the sights of the furnishings. I saw the shadow of a man in the stained glass windows and then saw what looked like a computer screen on the wall near the door. Tara touched the screen and I saw a man holding bags and a very large pizza that had to be very, very large. The man was very good looking with combed back, raven hair, large brown eyes, close to six foot tall. He was clean-shaven seeing his olive complexion, dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans and a knee length leather coat. Tara opened the door as I stood back with her calling the man Robby. So this was Robby? Damn but Brooke was crazy for not falling over for this guy as Tara said, "Hello Robby, would you mind putting that stuff in the kitchen?" "Hi Tara, how's the bratty sister of the sister I adore?" Robby said as my knees went weak with her saying, "I'm fine and I'm not a brat, you know Robby, if sis doesn't want you, I'll take you. She nuts!" Honey, I'll be really old by then and look like Poppa..." "Enough of that! OhMyLord, I didn't order all of that food. Robby I guess you'll just have to stay with us and eat. I mean if you aren't work..." "I'm off and volunteered when Momma called me saying she had a talk with you. Momma said you looked like you needed to eat and made a little of everything. I still have more in the car, I'd like to stay and break bread with two very beautiful girls, besides I haven't had a date or dinner companion in... I have no idea, I forget how long it's been." Robby said taking the food into the kitchen with us following. He laid the parcels on one of the counters and left the room with Tara saying, "Brooke, that guy is the catch of the century, even mom likes him and you treat him like a rug. You've done that to every boy you dated, no wonder you're still a virgin." My jaw dropped to the floor when this little girl said those words to me with me saying, "I'm just shy..." "Pardon the expression but mom and I both say Bullshit. The guys fall at your feet and you walk on them, are you a lesbian or something? I do know about those things, ya know" Tara said as she went about the kitchen getting plates and utensils with me saying, "Not that I know of, but things do change. Hey I even invited Robby for dinner and who's the older sister here? I'm supposed to be giving you advice." 'Sorry sis, but momma and I love you, even if you are or were a bitch. Mom blames daddy for spoiling you. When he was alive the fights they had over you were terrible. One thing I can say is you've changed for the better from what I can see; I kinda like this Brooke Jaime Andrews better." I was stunned by my, well Brooke's sister at the words she used toward who she thought was Brooke. I like this girl and hopped we'd become closer friends and Robby well...Oh never mind. Robby had come back with more bags as I warmed up the convection oven at a low temperature. I made coffee with Sis finding soft drinks in the fridge saying, "Sis I think we'd better clean it out, it smells kinda ripe. I'll tell you what, I clean it out while you and Robby talk at the table." Robby took my hand and brought me to the table making me sit. He found and poured us coffee and joined me saying, "Brooke, I'm not a pervert or anything like that. It's just you're so damned pretty I can't take my eyes off of you and never could. I get teased by my brothers especially Johnny and the other guys everytime I used to see you. I'm not asking you to have my babies or anything like that, I guess I could but get slapped, and it's just..." "Robby, I've kind of caught hell from Tara and your mom, I've changed, maybe I've grown up..." "You mean I have a chance? Then you'll go out with me?" Robby asked when our eyes locked together I felt all squishy inside as I looked into those deep, brown pools with me saying, "Okay, we'll go out, but if Uncle Pervert comes around he'll get slapped." We made a date for the next evening nothing special but dinner, dancing and a movie but deep in my mind I wanted Robby as a sexual partner. When I was raped there was no love in the act, just animalistic lust. My gut said that Robby was different he showed me a love when he looked at me. His eyes looked into mine and not at my breasts or between my legs. He took my hand, it was warm and dry and that smile of his could melt an iceberg. My thoughts were that Brooke was a fool but the new Brooke had to right her wrongs. I had to admit that the food was great and the company was better as we ate. Nothing of Brooke's past was given up to me although I told them both what I was doing in the case files and why, from what I read. Both Robby and Tara were silent as I told them with Robby saying, "If your boss thinks the guy killed his wife for the money I'd look at the finances and their marriage. If there is a money problem and the marriage was on the rocks you have motive. The opportunity to off her could come at anytime. If he did it once he'd do it again to keep his secret safe. The again..." "Gee Sis, ya know Robby is right. He'd do it again; maybe you should take Robby with you since you're supposed to be married." Tara said with me saying, "Sweetie he has the restaurant..." "For a chance to share your bed, my brothers will cover for me." Robby said smiling with Tara saying, "See I told ya. I think he'd better move in with you now and get used to you and all your quirks, like walking around the house nude and sticking that vibrator up you butt." I was flustered not believing that this little girl said those things about her sister and trying to get Robby and me to shack up as I said, "Tara! I do not do those things or anything like that." "So I guess he moves in then, huh Mrs. Carpezio? Robby start moving in tomorrow after you tell your family. Oh and I think your wife and you need rings, that left hand is awfully bare." Tara said smiling with me smiling thinking that I was setup by Tara. No one had seen me nude but myself except for mom and dad when I was a baby. My thoughts were broken as the doorbell rang. Chapter 4 Tara left the table and walked over to the counter turning on a monitor seeing an older version of us. Tara pressed the gate button and ran to the door very excited. I heard the door open and her run outside. I looked at Robby and shrugged my shoulders as he took my hand into his saying, "Your sister is a gem, Look I don't want to pressure you, I was kidding about sharing your bed but I do want to help. Any man that murders his wife for the money is a pig. I'll get the rings tomorrow and move in only if you tell me to do so." I looked into his eyes, lifted his fingers to my mouth and kissed them just as Tara came back holding the woman's hand I saw in the picture at the farmhouse. Her pictures didn't do her justice as she walked elegantly toward me, leaned over and kissed my cheek saying, "My, you make a lovely couple. So when do I get to hold my grandbabies?" I smiled and said, "When I get married mother and I'm not married yet, see no ring." I held up my left had to her that had no rings on them with her sitting at the table saying, "You really should have called me and from what Tara has said Robby would be ideal." "Yes, well, mother he's moving in tomorrow with me." Tara brought her pizza and took a bite then saying, "It's about damn time Miss Priss I'll never find a man. Robby, don't take any guff from my daughter, she can be a mean, vindictive..." "The word is a bitch, Robby, but she has changed for the better," Tara said smiling making everyone laugh. Robby needed to leave to tell his family, so I went with him holding his hand out to the car. For some unknown reason as he opened the door, he turned, looked at me and kissed me on the lips with me reciprocating. It was the type of kiss that turned your insides to jelly and made that leg bend at the knee, which I did do. I was breathless from that kiss and lowered my leg having feelings I never had before. He kissed me again and got into his car leaving me standing and watching him and his car leave the grounds. Turning around I saw that my drapes fluttered and moved in the bay windows, as I walked back into the house and into the kitchen with me saying, "Did the both of you enjoy the show?" without missing a beat mom said, "Oh yes dear, are your panties wet from that kiss" "Yes they are and I intend to go take a bath while you both clean my kitchen." I said as turned toward and walked to the bedroom when I heard whispers and giggling, I smiled. In the bedroom I walked to the bathroom starting the water in the massive marble bathtub that matched the massiveness of the rooms and of the house in general. I added the perfumed oils and bubble bath starting the whirlpool action after I turned on a switch that scared the hell out of me. Taking off my clothes in the dressing area I looked around seeing that Brooke was a perfectionist in her clothes she wore and her looks. Her clothing was the best as was everything else in both homes. She was one fancy lady whose shoes I had to fill, thank the heavens above those shoes fit as well as everything else or I'll just have to fill them up. I found a pink chenille robe and pink slippers putting them on, going into the bathroom. Taking off the robe and slippers I used the commode then realizing I had to wipe differently as I used to do. Standing I looked into the mirror checking my body over and my new sexual toy then unbraided my hair and brushed it out. Climbing the marble stairs I got into the tub thinking that Brooke certainly knew what luxury was and this was it, as I sat back into the hot water that was temperature perfect. Closing my eyes I relaxed when Brooke's mother came into the bathroom with towels and smiling, closing the double doors and she locked them. She sat on the marble steps and said, "It feels good doesn't it dear? That's why Brooke had it installed, now missy just who are you and what's your game? You look and sound like Brooke but you made several slipups such as calling me mother, that which that little bitch never did. I was always Darla when she left the house on her own. The next was a mother's instinct to the daughter she bore and raised and you have some of her, but not everything." I was caught! Damnit why in the hell did I do this? I should have taken everything and ran like hell. Screw Brooke and everything else that happened to her or did happen. I thought pensively Sorry but that wasn't me, if someone asked for my last dime I'd give it up. It was then I cried, deep honest tears covering my face with my hands. Darla removed my hands from my face. I saw that Darla/mother had gotten undressed as I cried those tears and was about to join me in my bath and did. She came and sat next to me and placed her arm around my shoulders bringing me to her. She stayed motionless as I cried into her breast just as my own mother used to do when I was younger as she said encouraging words to calm me. I felt this woman's strength and her joy she had of life. "I know she's gone, I felt it all, now my darling Brooke I want you to tell mother everything from the beginning. Then we'll speak as mother and daughters do, one warning I can spot a lie a mile away." I told her about everything from the day of my birth and my true age to the day I could recall sentience as to my real self. I spoke of my real home and parents and what they and I did. My rape and the injustice of the social system angered her with her sitting closer and holding me closer to her. I spoke of the bridgetender's shack, how I found it and it became home to me. Then I told her of my find in the dumpster, the IDs, money everything, I held nothing back. I spoke of my return the next day finding the vehicle, the rest of the things and going to her other house. I even told about the faux vagina I wore and how I found it. I spoke of Tara, the Maggio family, her and how Brooke was a fool but I had questions of my own that I had to find answers to. I felt this woman soften more toward me with her saying, "You're so young to have had all those awful things happen. When I saw you I saw Brooke or how I pictured her and wanted her to always be. When you called me mother my heart fluttered in joy that she had changed. Then the alarm bells went off because I knew she had no respect for anyone. She made a good living and was good at what she did just, like you sweetie. At least I know that my dreams weren't false, I just bet she's giving someone hell up there. So you have a compulsion to do this?" Darla said holding me to her with me saying, "Mother, I hope you don't mind..." "Not in they least Brooke, it will always be mother to you, now as you were saying?" "Mother, from what I've been told the man she was investigating killed his wife for the insurance money. He somehow found out that he was being watched, eliminated the watcher, threw out her stuff that I found, got rid of the Caddy, which I found and the house he never found because of the cover name and he never went through her stuff like I did. I went into her house and saw all of your pictures, I thought she cared and loved for you all. It's not so much for Brooke that I want to do this; it's because this man or men are murderers and he'll or they will kill others. I'm already dead to my family and Brooke's body was never found yet, so I'm the likeliest candidate to get this guy or guys." "That's very unselfish to do that young lady, she was a taker and never a giver, we loved and she took. From what you have told me I do so love this new and improved Brooke every minute I hold her to me." Darla said with me saying, "But mom I have to be the old Brooke, I might look like her but there are differences like maturity and she was born a girl..." "It looks to me that you were too, I mean born a girl. As for maturity I like this Brooke better; she's unpretentious, a real lady, but ladies have to keep on their toes with men. She was terrible with men, they'd give her anything she wanted because she was beautiful, but she never had sexual incursions that I know of. She played Robby like a violin virtuoso; the boy and then the man would worship at her feet. He loves you, you know..." "I can't...I'm not her. I don't know if I could or would please him. It hurt so bad and the smells were worse." I said with Darla saying, "Darling, those acts were by force by an animal, not from love by a real man. Now let's dry off or your sister is going to come looking for us. Darling, I somehow know her body would never be found, I'm asking you to be Brooke, the daughter I always wanted. I swear to you that I will take this secret to the grave. All I need to know is that she didn't die in pain. She made us all suffer but she shouldn't have. Once this is over you need a vacation and get things finished. Marry a good man and make me a grandmother, this is your home and everything that comes with it." There was a faint knock on the door, I kissed Darla and went to the doors and unlocked it. On opening the door Tara ran into my arms crying and held me to her as the water dripped off of me. I held her close with Darla saying, "I guess someone was snooping and heard something she wasn't supposed to hear." I took Tara with me to where the towels were and dried her tears with me saying, "Well little sister, answer mother, did you hear us talking?" "Yes Sis, I heard it all after mom left me in the playroom. I listened over the intercom. Momma I love this Brooke I hated the old Brooke. Every picture we took she was so phony in them. We never did things together, I was a pain in her butt." Tara said holing onto me when Darla said, "See what I mean? Tara we all were a pain in her butt." I nodded saying, "Okay little sister, how about the big sister taking mother and the little sister to a movie and treat for ice cream, chocolate ice cream." I saw her eyes light up with joy saying, "You mean right now?" I nodded yes with Tara saying, "I'd rather just have the Ice cream, you have a lot in the freezer, momma and I want to spend time with you. We have a lot to tell you about the bitch." "Okay, then we'll have a PJ party, just us girls. Besides I found a journal in that computer that I need to read and now I have my family to ask questions to. Tara dear you have to promise both mom and me that you'll never tell anyone what you heard." I said with Tara saying, "I love the new and improved sister of mine, I swear. Ah Sis can I borrow some pajamas?" "Nope but you can have them and so can mom. Look, I know this conversation was hard for all of us but we all have the right to know what happened. Tara, Mom, she might have been a bitch but I feel Brooke wanted me to be her and avenge her death, I don't think it was by chance I found everything of hers. I don't think it was by chance that I came here to you either, I'm not much older than Tara but I have to be Brooke to do what I said. I have to know her mind and how it functioned." "Okay dear, have Tara help you get ready. I'll get the ice cream after I find some PJs and we'll read the journal together." Darla said with her getting out of the tub as I handed her a towel. I hadn't covered myself and I felt her eyes look me over saying, "It's remarkable how much you two look alike, I mean the bitch and you. Sweetie you're her now and you have to be all of her, except of course her rotten personality. Tara we have to protect Brooke, she has us and we have her. Daddy's gone, the old Brooke is gone that I felt. However we have this latest version and superior Brooke that has gone through hell. This Brooke deserves us, along with our help, our love, and our support. We have to give her a chance to find out what's going on in that town along with what happened to that woman. If Brooke wants to stay when this is all finished that's up to her." Darla said holding our hands as we all went into the dressing room and Tara found flannel PJs for all of us. Darla and Cassandra went to the kitchen as I got the laptop ready and brought it to the bed. My thoughts were I'd be crazy to give this all up later; I had everything that I could every want. I found the journal and noticed that the last entry was actually five days ago; the computer clock was set wrong. She had a meeting in the late evening on an exit ramp on the interstate with someone that had contacted by a note left on the windshield of the Caddy, while she ate in a restaurant her evening meal. The note that was left was from a woman with a feminine hand and flair. The person had some information about Horst but it was going to cost ten grand for the information. Okay that explained the makeup case money, maybe. I read further she intended to do some shopping at a mall several towns away and still had much of her things in the Caddy. Darla and Tara had entered through the bedroom door when I told them both what I read with Darla saying, "That day was when I had that terrible feeling something was wrong. Tara and I kept calling the cellphone number with no luck." I was handed a bowl of chocolate ice cream and savored the taste of that first spoonful. I must have had that look of appreciative ecstasy on my face, as I let it melt into my mouth with Darla saying, "It's been that long huh?" "Yeah, it was just something that you forget about when you're trying to survive. In a way I'm thankful that people wasted so much from the grocery stores to the restaurants, they kept me fed. I know it wasn't healthy but it was survival. Sometimes the stores kept me clothed with the stuff they threw out because they couldn't sell it. Most of the time I was invisible to everyone, yet I knew they saw me. I wasn't about to beg or steal from anyone yet I did. I'm so sorry that I did this to you both," I said beginning to cry with them both holding me with Darla saying, "Darling you have us now, you survived before, even if it was just barely. It possibly was her that led you to find this new life with us. Someone or something wanted you to live and correct her wrongs after all the suffering in your life. I can't say I miss her because I really don't, after all the bad things she did to us. I sense you're not the least bit like her and you are more like Tara and I. I taught Tara how to be the young woman she is today. We are not what you would call overly religious, although we believe philosophically or essentially to follow the Ten Commandments; that I know the old Brooke laughed at. In some respects Brooke had no ethics in her life, possibly that was why she was successful." Darla took the laptop and shut it down with Tara turning on the stereo softly with it playing classical music, as I dried my tears with them practically force-feeding me the ice cream. They both smiled and joked with me elevating my spirits, still I knew and felt the joy and sorrow they felt within them. Darla had explained to me as we sat cross-legged upon the bed that Brooke had changed drastically around the age of eleven and Darla was