” Next thing I know we were in the car on the way to the mall. This mall did not contain Goodwill or Salvation army, instead it had Macy’s and o...her fancy department stores. I was stunned as my foster mother took me all through the stores purchasing me brand new things for my room, asking my opinion as she purchased item after item for my room. I found her taste to be a little bit young for me, but this was all brand new things. How could I complain. We picked curtains, and sheets and bed. The tape was down but a policeman was still there. I came up to him and asked, "Are you folks finished looking it over?" Yes, Sir. You're Mister Sanderson, aren't you?" Yes, I'm sorry. I should have identified myself." I was pretty sure who you were. Are you folks going to take over the house now?" Yes, Sir. I have the keys and we are going to check it out and begin removing personal items. Missus Anderson is going to sell the house." I understand. That frequently happens in a family tragedy.. ”Celka approached the bed and released the restraints, allowing me to sit up and stretch my aching muscles. She then made her way to her bookshelf and started searching through her collection of books, a look of determination on her face.“There is a stew in the pot and it is just about ready, so why don’t you get a bowl and get yourself a serving? You need to get your energy back up, if you expect to make your way back to the village any time soon.”As she continued her search, through the. . Me and Aeka had this thing for Tenchi long time ... but now we’re together, and good...” Ryoko said.“What do you mean by together? You are...” Kiyone asked.“Lesbians? Yes, Ryoko and I became lesbians after years of repressed feeling and failure with males” Aeka said, to the astonishment of the misery cop.“And Tenchi?” She asked, trying to know what happened with the boy who was the disputed lover of the two ladies.“That faggot? We tried so many manners to attract him, even tried a threesome.