"You mean full time?" she asked with a surprised tone."Well while I'm here looking after Melissa anyway," I said continuing."So that's where you come ...n you need to turn me into Alex."She sat considering what I had just asked looking me over in silence."Stand up," she said.I stood."Do a little twirl," she said I turned full circle. "Yeah I think itcould work," she said."You'll do it then?" I asked."Yeah it'll be fun and if it gets up Miss Social Workers nose then so thebetter," she said.. After a while I had to concentrate on my college and had no much time thing about her.After about 6 months I had my vacations. I had to go her home for a week. So I packed my bag and went on. No one was there except her 10 year old child. The first day nothing much happened just casual talking. The next day we had dinner and after that we were watching TV sitting on the sofa. It was around 9 PM. Around 10:30 PM I was tired of sitting on the sofa because I usually sleep and watch TV. My aunt. They were for the release of prisoners. The kind the US does not release. The deadline was 24 hours away from the time of the message’s recording. Unfortunately… The male General, Franks, stood here: ‘Unfortunately, this was more than a day ago. We are not certain why, but the demand did not reach us until almost 18 hours had passed. We’re doing everything we can. We’ll be in touch as soon as there is… news.’ As they got up to leave – Lyla wording silent questions, shaking her head, shaking. Was that just today? No, she guesses, now yesterday, but not even twenty-four hours ago.Yes, let him have all the releases he needs and desires. That is the higher purpose for her now. And that is what is giving her the most satisfaction.And so, Donald strokes and strokes between her breasts, his breathing gets shallow and his face, neck, and chest reddening so. Emma sees and comprehends immediately now, without being told, what this all means. She presses her breasts harder to make it so.