The tan cloak moved back a bit. "Who is your conversationalist?" I asked. "This is one of the men from High Canyon," she offered. "Really?... I grinned. "I never would have guessed." "Good day, Olrin," I said to the man, making a guess despite my words. He started at my naming him, then pulled back the hood of his cloak. "Princess," he said. Only intense study under Kragdle could have put that much sneer into so little inflection. It angered me. We might have to. At university he had refused to go to a vicarsand tarts party because no way was he going to put on women's clothes,even for a laugh. He knew with his body shape that he would look ridiculousand totally unconvincing. He was mocked for this - the idea was after allabout making everyone look ridiculous but he stubbornly refused, denouncing itas 'stupid'. Some of his friends actually looked pretty good as women -but they tended to be slim in build.Martin’s fantasies, however, were of another kind. Also,Helmut was very high up in the Hitler Youth, so I knew there had to besomething they could do. I would ask Helmut to talk to his father andthe people they knew and maybe they could get the Blaus out. I justknew Helmut would help me out. He loved me and I loved him. He wasalways so good to me and always helped me before.I looked in my closet and found the blue dress that Helmut said Ilooked pretty in. I put on a little makeup then made sure I looked mybest. Then I left to go to see Helmut.. It wouldn’t be as peaceful as my little corner is, but the view would be a whole lot better.You see, Greg is looking to retire soon. He was suppose to retire a few years ago, but one thing led to another. Anyway, his station is directly across from the HR office. And that’s where Brittany is.I’ve been infatuated with her since my first day here. I had spoken with her on the phone a bit during the hiring process, but seeing her in person was breathtaking.By “traditional” standards she was very.