She walked up to the table and sat down to my left. "It's stupid," she muttered. "I won't claim to be all that nice." You've been nice," Walter said. ...I mean we all know your father is a demanding asswipe who doesn't deserve to have a lovely daughter like you. And we know that you are often angry about things, but that you try to be nice most of the time."I noticed that Jessica was gazing fondly at Walter. She noticed my appraisal and winked at me before she sat down across from Millicent.. The young girl had no idea what was happening and she began to take off her suicide vest. I yelled, “No don’t!” But it was too late and the vest exploded. I shocked the fuck out of the bastard again just because I felt like it! Then we crawled up to the fucker, I got a good look at him and it made me sick because he wasn’t Taliban - hell he was as white as I was! A fucking traitor, that’s what we had found! I shocked him again because it made me feel better, then I said to the Corporal, “We. "I'm sorry," I said."For what?" she asked, as if she was completely caught off guard by meapologizing for anything."For snapping at you just now," I said.She just looked at me, with that look that mothers give you when theyknow you're not telling them everything, but they also know you won'ttell them if they ask. And dammit if that look didn't work every time. Ihad to remember it if I ever got back to being Alana, so I could use iton my future child."I guess," I continued, "for not being more. No one had ever explained female anatomy to me. Breasts and long hair were the only female parts I knew until that night, except for Martha Jane's brief explanation of where babies came from and her earlier revelation about how the place between her legs would get wet when I touched her there.Somehow I sensed that Martha Jane's ultimate pleasure center would be between her legs, as was mine. I shifted upward a little, hoping to use my arms and hands more freely, and this allowed me to snuggle.