Her thong is soaked.I giggle and pull Lydia along, leaving the woman to wonder what the hell just happened. I know she loved it.We soon turn up the pa...h and arrive at Tara's. I knock but get no immediate answer. I try the door, but it's locked. "I hope somebody's home," I tell Lydia. I get out my phone and call Melissa.After several rings, a drowsy Melissa says, "Oh hi, Mary. Sorry, we were napping." No worries, Melissa, we're just dropping by unannounced. I hope that's okay." Where are you?". . Somehow, it just seemed to fit better than referring to Rain as the man of the house, when nothing about Rain sounded masculine at all. This was especially true after what Jessica commented about Rain when they first met. When she didn’t realize that it was Rain, she just treated her the way that she would treat any other woman that caught her attention (and aesthetic admiration, albeit platonically). There were times that masculine pronouns seemed increasingly ... wrong? It was hard to. Jackie had always been something of a tomboy and had three olderbrothers. She'd played sports all through high school and this had tonedher body. But now that she was working as an engineer she wasn't gettingenough exercise. Jackie was at best an average looking woman, althoughwith the right clothes and make up she thought she could look pretty andsexy. In college she'd quickly discovered that most of the engineeringstudents were men and she was one of the prettier coeds in thedepartment. . His father was a fellow nerd and prankster, and although he was a senior manager at a major software company near Seattle he had not lost his sense of humor yet. "They held me for the full day. No lawyer, no phone call, no food, no drink. Dean himself pressed me to confess to some nonsense. When he left my holding cell I ran for it and made it out of the building. I hitched a ride to Tacoma. Shit, Dad, it was the only thing I could think of." Held you without due process? You're not shitting.