I want asylum until I'm eighteen--that's three weeks." I was tempted to give in immediately but I wanted to know... "Why?" Now she looked REALLY pisse.... She exploded with "I'll be damned if I'll be married off to some fucking forty year old lecher to keep my voting shares in the family!" Whoa. Family politics. I looked over at Charlie. "Do you approve?" He replied, "I so approve." "The motion passes by all voting members. Welcome aboard, probationary seaman Abbott. If you so wish to pursue this. The group was meeting in a hall at the back of the lodge, a faded, orange carpet covered the floor, and ugly wood paneling adorned the walls. Chairs had been set up in rows facing a podium with a small microphone on a bendy, metal arm, a small table with punch and chips sat in the corner. We werent the first to arrive, a Muslim girl, modestly dressed with a colorful headscarf hiding her hair, pointedly avoided looking at a brunette who stood next to her, talking quietly and urgently to her. As. " Have you met him?" No." Well we'll just have to wait and see I suppose."The big question of course, was what they were going to tell others. It was alright to try and hoodwink Bill, out of necessity of course, but what of the others at work?Jamie suggested that Chris should be his sister."I suppose it might work." said Chris. "It's risky though, don't you think?" No worse than you dressing up like that to come to work." Chris had to agree."What's my name?" Chris." Not MY name, dumb-dumb, my. " You giggle, outing your hand against my cheek in a gentle caress before closing the gap between us.Our kiss is beautiful. Your lips are soft and yet firm and play a strange melody of delight on mine. The pressure of your tiny frame feels like the weight of the world. Your lips battle mine for fleeting moments of control. At war for what could have been an eternity we both raise our white flags to our kissing battle. "Come home with me?" I say breathlessly, offering you more should you accept.