This woman belonged to me. I flattened my palm against her wrist, and stared into those green eyes as I clasped my hand over the blaze in hers. The fi...e died between us as our fingers curled in an embrace. I guided her forward, our gazes connecting as she leaned into me. “Lucilla,” she whispered as my other hand found her waist, “we can’t do this.” “Yes, we can,” I smiled, unknotting the rope that bound her habit. “God forbids it,” she replied, not stopping me from pulling the rope loose. “Do. " Scott had pulled out a lot more god-awful shirts, but still no swimwear. "Thick's not necessarily a bad thing, though." "Scott, I'm blushing. I had no idea you were such a fan of my body." His face turned immediately crimson. He looked up from the box of clothes. "I didn't mean, I'm not—" "Don't worry Scott," Kristy cut him off, laughing, "I'm just teasing you. Don't ruin it by taking it back, I'm flattered and touched. It's nice to be admired. Sometimes at my age, as a mom, it feels like. Whatwas I supposed to say? Sure, he was my best friend and all, but if heknew that I thought I was a woman last night, even if I just dreamedit, he'd have me committed. I heard a 'ding' from my speakers, andslowly returned to real-time.'Sorry, lag.' I typed in. I told him that, yeah, I tried the pills, andthat they worked. He was still suspicious, though, and said he'd waitat last a week to see if I grew an eleventh toe or something.I told him I wasn't feeling well, and that I was going to bed.. She lies on the couch to think on it a while. An hour later, she gets up to get some water. Standing in her kitchen, she remembers all things she was wanting to get for it a few days ago, but can't afford right now.Back in the living room, she sees her shitty TV, still sitting there, still shitty. Then she remembers how much fun she had, earning that $50 from Norm. It wasn't work at all. She decides to take a bath, and think on it some more.She pours half of her new bath oil in the tub, as it.