Grabbing a lantern and a box of matches from the mantle, he shoved them into her hands. ‘I’m sorry, Angel. I can’t protect you if I have to worr... about stray bullets. Keep your head down and use this if you have to.’ He held out a handgun, waiting for her to put down the lantern to take it. When she only stared at him, he shoved it at her again. ‘I never shot a gun before.’ ‘Take it, Angel. If they get to you, it’s because I failed. Don’t let them take you alive.’ She nodded, understanding his. Something very, very serious had happened and I was no longer male. I was speechless as my mind reeled with the realization of what had happened. Finally, at long last, I was able to ask a question. The blonde woman was shocked when I asked, "Who are you? Who am I?" My voice was hoarse, but I could tell that it was normally soft and high pitched. I could see an expression of shock on her attractive face as she said, "Bunny, I'm your mother. I'm Eve Dunn and you are my daughter, Janet.". It wasn't the most expensive on the station, but it didn't look like a rat-hole, either. All she had to do was rent a room, take a lie-down, set an alarm, and be back at the holosuite on time. Given the short distance, for once, that shouldn't prove an obstacle. And, no matter her worsening mood, she was damned if she was give up after having gone this far.The hotel was managed by another Ferengi, who appeared rather flustered when she arrived. Perhaps she just looked sufficiently fed up that. She wore a jet black , thin, almost a see through sari, with a one-inch silver laced border.She wore a well-tailored matching sleeveless blouse.The back of the blouse was almost open and clearly showed deepa’s back of upper a milk white soft blemish-less skin.She wore the sari very low almost the knot at front of the sari was just above her pussy. Deepa had a pair of tantalizing butt and she wore her sari in such a way that, her butt hugging the sari, clearly making her panties hemline visible.