See, you can all get along if you work on it.”I need to have that image on my office wall, blurred out below the neck, of course.“Our dad was so h...mophobic that he never even changed Terry as a baby, and mom was afraid Dad would kill Terry if he found out about Terry having both sets of parts. He raised Terry as a boy. I was a girl, so worthless in his eyes for anything other than carrying on what he said was our pure bloodline. Being a girl did have perks. I didn’t have to listen to any of his. Every room was modeled after the others. They all had the same colorful carpets that jutted out from under white sheeted beds. The walls were colored beige and the floor was made of wooden planks. The kitchen had counters and an island made of granite and a fully stocked fridge and pantry with no rotten food or smudges on the granite.For every room there was a personal bathroom with an extremely large tub and a shower room with walls made of glass. There were four bedrooms on each floor that. Her reaction was not what he'd expected -- she was actually glad."Those fuckers treated you like shit anyway. Don't worry; we'll get you something else."At this point, Ken mentioned that he thought Eric should continue his schooling. Especially since if Sally was working for him, the job included a substantial educational benefit. It took a fair amount of time for the three of them to get him to consider the offer. Ken could feel the bright burn of the man's intellect and knew that he'd be able. As far as I could tell, by the next day, she had forgotten about my clothes, not that we talked enough that Sunday to have reminded her.But that all occurred about two weeks after school started, anyway.I was cheerful, looking forward to getting back to my office at the J.C. I was teaching classes Mondays through Thursdays, and I was available at my office on Fridays as well, by appointment.It was a normal day to start the semester. I stopped by the faculty offices early to pick up my mail.