The world was less complicated in the past, and your friends were happy.Ah, yes, your friends. You pound the back of your chair with disgust. All of y...ur former friends were female; fortunate considering your talent of relating to women and making them feel truly understood. Why can't they share in your money? The rich people in other cities sought you out because of your talent; why could your friends not find work anywhere but in this sinkhole?You hastily amend yourself, as you look around. He thought that he was going to be punished. "Only partly. Do you know whose clothes these are?" Are they your clothes?" No" She says. They sit on the bed side by side and peer into the wardrobe."No they are not mine. They are your Dad's" My Dad wears womens clothes?" Yes. he does!!"George stands and moves to the wardrobe and feels the dresses. He pulls them out slightly so that he can see the designs. "Would they fit you?" His Gran asks quietly."No they are too big." he answers. I was shocked by what she said but I appeared to be composed and asked, “And?” to which she responded, “And…that friend is you”. I continued to maintain my eye contact with her while bringing up a meek smile on my face, “do you think you can hide it from Madhur forever and bear the guilt?” I asked.She lost her smile but gave an explanation that did justify (my lust) logic, “Yes, I can bear the guilt because he would be happy to see his own child and I would be happy to see him, Besides, I trust. I could see why The Judge would pick the location. It was off the downtown grid, away from the hustle and bustle, and easily defended from potential food rioters, because of its location. When I walked through the lobby, every officer gave me a wide berth, as I hadn't been decontaminated, and no one wanted to take a chance on catching anything living on my suit.Once I was stripped, and chemically reduced to only me, with no alien organisms along for the ride, it was a relief to dress in the.