" When do you start?" Tomorrow morning." That's quite a job you found, Patrick. You get to be a kidagain, and you get paid for it. And you get to be a...littlegirl. Lucky you." I'm not a girl!" Yes, you said that before. Maybe you're just a sissy boy,who likes to dress up like a girl," Melissa teased."That's not very nice," Patrick pouted."You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt yourfeelings. How about I take you out to a movie to make upfor it?" No, thanks." Okay. But if you change your. Two days before the kids moved from the apartment to the complex, the doctors descended. To do their initial exams efficiently, they set up exam tables in the common area in the Sultan’s penthouse. Those who chose not to wear clothes weren’t shy about anyone seeing them naked. We had a group of twenty-two girls and eight boys who no one here had seen naked. Four girls stayed dressed due to scars and cigarette burns from child abuse. I spoke to each of the rest in private. Only two turned out to. "I've mixed upa batch of cosmopolitans. Would you like one?" he asked."That sounds good. Thank you." While Jack went to get the drinks, Cindylooked around the apartment. The lights were low and soft music played onthe stereo. The table was set for an intimate candlelit dinner. There wasa vase of fresh flowers on the coffee table in front of the couch. Jackreturned from the kitchen and handed her a drink. "Thanks," she said asshe took a sip. "It tastes great. The apartment looks lovely. What kind of work do you do? Yard work I replied, and sometimes I do a little house cleaning, as you can tell, I said, gesturing to the house. He looked around, briefly, yeah, I could use a maid now and then he said with a grim. 'A maid? I asked' He chuckled yeah, a maid, one who don't wear no underwear. He looked at me intently. Tell me boy, do you do head work as well? We stared at each other. Okay, he said, let's make this simple, you do my yard work for two weeks, and stop by.