<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>Michelle ran the towel along her body, collecting the various drops of ticklingly warm moisture from her bare skin and wringing out the fabric to keep going.  The method was slow and practiced, thoughtful as she processed everything which she had to consider.  She just plain felt so much better about everything now, as if her entire life made a little more sense.<br/><br/>"I wanted to ask," she said to Jessica, although her tone and her very demeanor showed that the problem didn't seem to be bothering her quite as much anymore.  "One problem I used to have a lot with people, I would just naturally be tricky, finding just the right way to do things, letting people forget just who I am and instead showing what I can be whenever I want to be.  Should I worry about this too much with my friends here?  They're going to see through all that and really understand me anyway, right?"  She already felt like she had the answer; she didn't know why she was still talking.