It sounded like Jason’s voice. I turned to look where the voice was coming from, and I saw Jason’s handsome tattooed face. Surely this was a dream... my sub-conscious trying to provide some succor in my time of need.But a hand was physically shaking me. “Claire, it’s me, Jason. Wake up, honey.”As the last remnants of my sleepiness disappeared I realized it was for real. Jason was squatting down by the side of the bed, reaching over Tyrell’s sleeping body and gently shaking me awake.“I had to come. "I turned away and walked to the huge bed and moved into the center. It was a minute before she came out biting her lip. I was yawning and she grinned, "Here I am nervous and you yawn."I smiled, "I have been up a long time."Brenda crawled onto the bed and caressed my chest, "Did you want to wait?"I laughed and pulled her down against me as I waved and the lights dimmed, "sleep Brenda."It took several minute before I fell asleep. My dreams were mostly quiet except one with my grandfather. Mother had been intrigued as she had watched watched her 16 year old sonadmire his own girlified reflection in the full length mirror. Shewatched him elegantly spin around, his skirt and petticoat swirling withhim. She smiled as she watched her son throw his reflection a littlekiss. He looked as if in bliss, captivated and enthralled in his/herfemininity and mother had fallen in love with the sight of pure andwondrous femininity that had come alive right in front of her. With hisslender near. “That way you can stay for the class.”“You think I’d let you touch me?”“Suit yourself,” I said.With assistance, Milford took down his telescope, loaded it in his car and drove over to the headquarters building. He was in the medical facility for awhile. He came out with his shoulder heavily strapped and his injured arm in a sling.The professor had followed him in. When Milford came out, he was arguing with the professor. He jumped in his car, slammed the door and left in a spray of gravel.Back.