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across her arm then stormed over to Leigh Ann.  Shoving her back toward the dressing room, she yanked the curtain closed then faced her.  "Jesus, Leigh, are you trying to cause a riot?"  Roxanne asked with her face as red as her shirt.
    "What?  I just needed to tell you I think I need a bigger size, these don't fit," she said and tried again to pull the button to the hole.
    "Try putting on a shirt first next time," she fussed then stepped closer.  "Suck in your gut and start with the zipper.  They're supposed to be tight."
    "I can't wear them this tight.  I won't be able to breathe!"
    Leigh Ann fought to get the button through the hole, then managed to get the zipper done, but when she finished she couldn't breathe, and she was sure the circulation to her legs was gone.
    Rocky backed up then told her, "Do a couple of deep knee bends.  You'll get used to it, and they stretch out after a while.  If you get them too big, they'll fall off of you later."
    Leigh Ann did as she suggested, because her sister would know.  Jeans were the only thing her sister ever wore.  Except for the one time she had talked her into that dress for the retirement party, she had never seen her in one.  This make under was her sister's area of expertise.  The jeans did loosen up enough for her to breathe at least.
    Standing back up she grabbed one of the stretchy tank tops Roxanne had hung on the peg and removed the hanger, then slipped it over her head.  She pulled it down then fought to tuck the equally tight nondescript white top into the jeans.
    "How do I look?"  Leigh Ann asked doing a pirouette in front of the mirror.
    "Like Country Barbie come to town," Rocky told her with a snort.  "You'll have to lose the big hair and makeup...or at least half of it."
    God this was going to be hard, Leigh Ann thought.  She had worn a full face of makeup and done her hair every morning since she was thirteen years old.  "Okay, I'll wash my face when we get back to the trailer," she said.
    "We're not going back to the trailer, I'm going to take you out to meet Wes, and start training you.  He has a spare bedroom in his house, I'm sure he'll let you stay there until you can get your own place."
    "I don't even know him," Leigh Ann protested. 
    Starting a new job, and staying with her boss at his home, a man she didn't even know, was pretty darned terrifying.  Leigh Ann hadn't had much luck in the boss department so far, she just hoped this Wes was as nice as Rocky thought he was.
    "You say he's divorced?" Leigh Ann asked warily.  She wanted to make damned sure he didn't have a wife around, because if he did most likely she wouldn't get inside the front door.  She had learned her lesson about that at the last ranch Rocky had worked at, and with Mr. Templeton.  Wives did not like her at all for some reason.
    "Yeah, for seven years or so.  He has a ten-year-old son named Trey.  You'll like him, he's a cute kid," Rocky informed then shoved a checkered shirt at her.  "Put this over the tank top, then let's go try on boots."
    "Yes, ma'am." Leigh Ann gave her a salute then took the ugly brown and green checkered shirt and slid it on.  Trying to keep some fashion sense, she tied it at her waist, so it didn't look so bulky.  "There, how's that?"
    "Curvy Country Barbie," Rocky said with a chuckle.
    "I can't help that I've got curves, the extra weight kind of accentuated them," Leigh Ann pouted.  She had to go on a diet, it was going to be lettuce, cucumbers and water for her for a week.
    "They look good on you, sis, I was just kidding.  You still look beautiful, that's what I meant.  We could put you in a burlap sack, and you'd still be a beauty queen, that's a tough thing to hide where you're concerned."
    Happiness floated through Leigh Ann at her sister's compliment.  She threw her arms around Roxanne's waist and hugged her.  "Thanks for helping me," she mumbled into her shoulder.
    "You're welcome, just don't let mama come out there, and