"He went back into the bedroom and brought out a little statuette, aboutfive inches high, on a pedestal. The statue was of - I suppose you'd saya her...aphrodite. But it was the opposite way round from normal. It hada boy top and a girl bottom."There's a word underneath," he told me. He turned it over and showed methe pedestal and, sure enough, there were characters engraved there,spelling out something that looked like gibberish to me. He said, "Whatyou do is you hold it and say the word. " She explained."He probably does, Kylie ... But I wish to speak to you, in private myself."There it was, what I had been looking for, I think. An instant of ... I'm not sure what to call it ... nonplussment, I wonder if that's even a word. But there it was, at the mention of name Kylie, Lady Minerva had looked flummoxed, maybe confused, just for an instant.Just long enough for me to believe that she was not used to being referred to as Kylie, or maybe she was not sure how she was supposed to. ‘There, there, dear,’ Mrs. Maston cooed. ‘let’s get these wet coats off and come into the dining room for a cup of tea. And tell me what saddens you so.’ In the dining room, the young man spoke for the two of them while they all sipped the most delicious tea Charlotte had ever tasted. ‘We are set to be married up at the lodge tomorrow,’ he explained. ‘I’ve got orders to ship out of Boston for Afghanistan on the morning of the 27th, and we had to rush to get the license and arrangements set up. . , " I started."And to top it all off," he went on, smiling as he said it, "you don't even realize what you've done. I mean, you've even managed to get the Punk Girls to talk to you civilly."You're not bragging to anyone about what you did, you're not projecting some 'I'm better than you' attitude, you're just going on like this is all normal stuff for you."Plus," and now he looked at the floor, "you're beautiful."That made me snap my mouth closed. "With these tiny titties?" I cupped my little.