Scotch, Irish, what difference would it make? If one bottle wasn’t enough to kill, I needed at least two. Hell, why take chances? I bought five. It ...asn’t as though I would need the money any more. The cashier was extremely suspicious and I had to prove I was over twenty one before she’d let me buy even a single bottle.I made my way to a quiet spot by the side of the river. If alcohol poisoning didn’t kill me, surely I’d get so drunk I’d fall in and drown.I opened the first bottle and took a. One quite floral - Fran, she decided, and one more musky. Much more Frédérique, as she smiled quietly to herself imagining the memories this room had of the two women she had become fond of. She smelled the two pillows. Frédérique had been on the right. She was right handed, so from that side she could minister to Fran' needs all the better. She crept out with a smile, just noticing the en suite at the side without intruding there.The next bedroom had been converted. ’ The woman’s face rearranged into angry folds at her own mention of Lei’s playmate. ‘I couldn’t very well tell her of the pleasures between man and woman while she was still hanging out with a butterfly-boy. She’d start getting all the wrong ideas if I did.’ Brevila’s face changed again, refolding from anger to worry. ‘I didn’t even tell her about the changes her body would undergo.’ ‘She probably knew already,’ said Valo. ‘Kids have a way of catching on to things.’ He, himself, had known. Now, I’m informed that all of the rooms are the same, so, unless I have missed some critical bit of information, I have gone from sharing a room with Frank, to sharing a bed with Frank! Am I, a married woman, expected to sleep with Frank for, as I count them, eight nights?’ As Sandy described the scene, all three faces had guilt written all over them and, after there was a period of looking at each other and making incoherent and sputtering efforts to decide what to say, Judy finally took the.