"Can you fix it?" Mom, ever the pragmatist, asked."I don't think there's anything to fix," he responded. "There's nocancer, no apparent injury. I me...n, there are still some lab testsoutstanding, but I don't think they'll come out any more abnormal thanthe ones we have." He paused long enough to catch Mom's eye. "You'rejust going to have to resign yourself to the fact that your son is nowyour daughter."The room was silent while we all thought about the implications of whathe had said."You're. As our first dance began, Damini seemed very tense and held me at a distance. Whether it was my charming and disarming manner, or, more likely, the wine she had drunk, she slowly began to relax and let me pull her closer.As the music played and we moved to its rhythm, she told me that was the first time she had danced with a man without members of her family present.When the music stopped, I lightly kissed her cheek. A broad smile slowly spread across her face. In return, she softly kissed me. "This gave Casi a light chuckle. "A virgin pleasure servant, huh. I didn't know we were getting any fresh blood in here for that sort of thing."Sable leaned forward, saying in a confiding tone, "We're not. This one broke in here to spy on someone. She got nabbed by the Custodian and inducted and indoctrinated. Guess who she was sent here to spy on?"Casi's eyes twinkled. "Me!"Sable snapped her fingers and frowned at her surprise being frustrated. "Aw, how did you guess?"Casi put her arm around. "Are you saying he is psychologically incapable of committing a sexual assault?" he asked while the witness took a breath to continue her analysis."Of course not," she said. "Mr. Quinn, any male is capable of committing sexual assault or sexual battery. There is none who are 'psychologically incapable' in my opinion." What, specifically, led you to your conclusions?" Quinn asked. His eyes bore into the woman as though he was willing her to stay on script. It was illegal for him to put words.