Brenda greeted Tiffany when she came in to work the following day.

“Hi Tiffany, how was your Thanksgiving. Did you spend it alone?” Brenda asked.

“It was wonderful. Maybe I should say it was perfect,” she replied.

“Really, what did you do?”

“I spent the day at a homeless shelter and the evening at Paul Bennington’s apartment.”

“Who is Paul Bennington?”

“He’s the CEO of the department store chain I was modeling for Wednesday evening. He asked me to join him for Thanksgiving and I thought we would just have dinner somewhere nice, but he wanted me to go with him to the shelter and volunteer to help. Oh Brenda, it was the most wonderful Thanksgiving I’ve ever had. Just watching the faces of the people when you served them made my heart sing, especially the children. I can’t wait until next year to do it all over again,” Tiffany said.

“Wasn’t it creepy waiting on those people?” Brenda asked.

“Brenda, they’re just down on their luck and they were all very nice to me. Actually much nicer than some of the people I’ve met modeling.”

“Tell me more about your Paul?”

“He’s not my Paul, he’s just a very nice man who I like being with. He treats me like a princess and he wants to see me again.”

“Do you want to see him?”

“Yes, very much,” Tiffany said, as she blushed.

“My goodness, is this a new Tiffany Rollins I see standing next to my desk?”

“No, I’m the same person.”

“The Tiffany I knew wouldn’t be caught dead with a man and now you want to date one. No, this is a new Tiffany or an imposter. Did someone kidnap the old Tiffany?” Brenda giggled.

“Stop it Brenda, I finally realized that going out with a man was part of being Tiffany, that’s all.”

“He kissed you, didn’t he?”

Tiffany had turned a bright shade of red with that statement, which was all Brenda had to see to answer her question.

“He did kiss you, I knew it. Was it nice when he did?” Brenda asked.

“It was very nice, I didn’t want to go home after the last kiss.”

“There was more than one? Oh Tiffany, you like this guy, don’t you?”

“Yes, I thought I would like him as a buddy to hang out with, but as the day went on I found that I was attracted to him, and not as a buddy. When he asked if he could kiss me I wanted him to kiss me so badly that I melted in his arms.”

“I’m right someone did kidnap my best friend. You of all people allowed him to kiss you?”

“What’s wrong with that Brenda? Guys kiss girls all the time, it’s the way nature is, guy meets girl, guy asks girl out, guy kisses girl, it’s as simple as that,” Tiffany said.

Brenda could see that Tiffany was becoming flustered with the interrogation, but Brenda had to know more.

“I know that, I’ve definitely been kissed, but you, the person who hated a man to even touch her, wants to be kissed again. I’m just in shock, that’s all.”

“Brenda, I finally decided to have fun being Tiffany. There’s no reason to crawl into a cave and let life pass me by, it’s time for me to become Tiffany.”

“It’s about time girl friend. Do you have anything scheduled for today?”

“Another show; this Christmas season is going to kill me, I have something going on everyday until December twenty-fourth. Thank God we have the following week off, I’ll need the rest.”

“What are you gong to do that week?”

“I guess stay home, my parents don’t want to see me like this and told me not to come home until the assignment is over and I become Dirk again. I miss them terribly,” Tiffany said as her eyes watered.

“You poor thing, why don’t you come home with me? We can have a ball doing California girl things and maybe I can even teach you how to surf,” Brenda said.

“I’ll think about it. It might be fun, but I’m not going to surf, I’d just die if I broke a nail,” Tiffany giggled.

“Yep, someone kidnapped my girl friend,” Brenda laughed.

It was the Friday after Thanksgiving and any girl that was working already had their assignment so it was very quiet around the office. Melissa wasn’t coming in so everyone was pretty loose around and laid back. She was spending the weekend with her police escort because his wife had flown to Indianapolis for the Thanksgiving holiday. The cop wanted to stay home to be with Melissa, so he scheduled himself to work. Melissa was very good in bed and the officer wanted as much time with her as he could. Melissa on the other hand wanted something else, a hammer to hold over his head.