Eventually, I interrupted them, since Mason would have plenty of opportunity to finalize the design before we left for Earth, and he could always send...Oya his thoughts. There was about thirty minutes before we needed to leave, and I had something else that I needed to get the ball rolling on as well.“Abi has sent you four separate ideas we want you to mock up for us, Oya,” I said.She nodded and typed on her tablet, and began speaking without looking up. “Let me see ... two tanks, an armored. It won’t be,” she repeated. “He said will just be four of us.” She moved up and put her arms around my waist and looked up at me.Everything thing I planned to say about cooling it with Tony went out the window.“Uh oh, that sounds like a repeat of our dinner out last weekend.”“Well, you seemed to enjoy yourself.”I wasn’t sure how to respond. On one hand the cocaine enhanced sex with his girlfriend had been mind-blowing. But I realized that that my overwhelming emotion was jealousy. I couldn’t. Calling me David only makes it worse. Okay, so I'm a girl now. There's nothing I can do about it, so why not call me something less." "Masculine?" "Yes." "What did you have in mind dear?" "Diane. Call me Diane mom." I turned my head just then, and missed the sly smile that came to my mothers face. I had four more skirts, three dresses, three more bras, a dozen new panties, a coat, pantyhose, five pair of shoes, two slips, seven blouses, my ears were pierced, and I had a lot of new jewelry. I. Crystal added sharply, Especially because you cant do it yourself. Love you too, Michael replied, trading shots like they always did. But seriously, Crystal, you look super hot. Yuck…Im your sister, she said, her face scrunching up like a dried raisin. I didnt say I wanted to fuck you, Michael said, shocking her. Michael! She gasped. I need a picture of my big man, I said, trying to change the subject, the innuendo transparent to Crystal, but not to Michael. I took a couple of pictures of.