Mothering, or something. Well, anyway, she's the first female I've managed to get that close to since that horrible experience with whats-her-cunt way...back in high school. I don't even want to think about that.It was like talking to a girlfriend, rather than to a guy, when she had one of her chitchats with him. There was none of the underlying sexual tension that would inevitably creep into a man-woman thing. The playacting. The put-on vulnerability and giggly flirtatiousness that was expected. I could seethe costumes were not meant for Sharon, Anne or Mary.Then I saw Jenny had now put on a white foundation with an outlinearound the side of her face, lashes, blue eyeshadow and mascara and adeep crimson lipstick. She was sitting there in a black lace bra,black lace panties, a garter belt, fishnet stockings a black patentstilettoes."My character is called Janet," Jenny said.To my horror Jenny was in the process of applying the finishing touchesto her brother Frank's make-up. Frank was. I myself harbored little illusions of what waited for me in the afterlife. I lived for vengeance and to one day hold the upper hand over my Master and his employees. I smiled and obeyed and even at times found the punishments pleasurable in my own wicked ways but I never stopped plotting a return to grace should the opportunity arise.In the front yard we were made to kneel and fed a bitter gruel made of oats. We were hungry and willing to eat but the contraption devised to feed us was a stout. I escaped from Hell with the help of a friend, and we were almost immediately chased. I stumbled into a new church of the Goddess near the high mountains, and the priest there sheltered us. The Child presented me with this gift, and the Mother..." McAllister paused, aware things seemed preternaturally quiet, as if a great deal hinged on his next words."The Mother offered me assistance, and I think it was for her own purposes and reasons, but I was grateful nonetheless. I recognize my companion.