"A sword."The princess touched Morgana's face with a shaking hand. She coughedagain.Jas knelt. He unsheathed the saber. He handed it to Morgana. She h...ndedit to the princess.The princess touched Jas with the sharp end of that sword. She whispereda long chant in a language that sounded foreign to Jas, but at the sametime it sounded familiar.It was a sibilant chant, like Parseltongue, from Harry Potter movies. Itwas the perfect language for a person with a mouthful of large teeth.She touched both. My first fear is that my pursuers have me caught in a pincer move and are approaching from the river trail. If they were I'd be driven back into the teeth of the main group and my hopes of escaping alive would be dashed.The sound of the train horn gives me hope. The light I saw was not flashlights; it was the headlamps of the train. I decide that I can cover the half mile to the tracks before the train can reach the trestle and jump on before it gets back to full speed.My original plan was to. You may become bisexual, but you will always feel the need to express your feminine side. There simply was nothing else as sexually exciting. It was addicting. It didn’t seem to be about being gay so much as getting in touch with the feminine side, maybe too much in touch, but I never had this much fun as a man. Being a girl, even only temporarily, is an amazing and thrilling experience. Since I am also small, slender, naturally smooth, with refined features, I can come across as more feminine. No, what a woman. She’d really grown up in just a short amount of time. She was fighting guys off left and right, no doubt. An old guy like me had no chance. It was for the best.“Hi.”I nearly jumped out of my seat. I didn’t hear Alex come down the stairs at all. I’ll add 'light on her feet' to her amazing qualities.“Hello. You startled me.”“Sorry. Can I sit?”“Of course. No need to ask. Where’s Claire?”“She’s taking a nap.”“Ah, I see. She loves her afternoon naps.”“Yep.”Alex and I shared a few.