She wasn’t a dyke at all, she liked men, she was more like a frozen body someone had found in the Klondike, she was a ‘Klondike’, a woman trappe... in ice. She knew that didn’t make any sense, but it was a way of explaining how she sometimes felt. There was something missing, something missing in her, something she couldn’t get at. Perhaps by making this sow’s ear into a silk purse, she’d stop being the scull and become her very own fairy princess. She led him up the steps of the back porch to. "Sure did sis, we have plenty oof fuel and all the power we need." After setting up the camera's and the recorders they sat down and had lunch. "I still don't get what mom and dad are after." Chris said scratching his head thoughtfully. "Well, I think they want to sell this place but people have complained that they have seen ghosts here." So, they should hire the "experts" to do this job not us." Chris was not happy about going on a ghost hunt. "They did," Linda said as she cleared away the. Most of the girls were humanoid with only one other that Jennifer had seen being an Alaytion. One day she wasn’t brought to class. Instead, one of the whip mistresses came to her stall, told her to sit on the bed and spend a lot time trimming her hair, washing her and making her beautiful. ‘You are going to be shown to a potential buyer tomorrow. An agent called ahead to say that a man is coming who is interested in buying an Alaytion slave. Since we have only six here you are going to be shown. - Hmm, yeah, I think you both look VERY decent tonight! It was the laughing voice of Trine's dad. He had sneaked up on the girls while they had been busy chattering in the line. - Hi dad! said Trine and rolled her eyes with a deep sigh. - Hi there pumpkin, you look all ready to eat! - Yeah? Well, dream on! We're just here for the show, dad! - If you say so, dear! He laughed and kissed his wife. Trine didn't like the way they both smiled at her as the line moved forward, but she dismissed the.