"She is my very best friend," she said, "and is going to be my bridesmaid. She's taller than me, dark haired and stunningly beautiful. She'll tease yo... something wicked but there'll be no malice. You'll love her. Everyone does." Is Mark jealous of her?"Victoria looked at him. "Why should he be?" she asked incredulously."Sorry. Wrong word. Very protective is really what I meant."Victoria smiled understandingly. "Don't worry," she said. "He won't biff you on the nose because he knows you're all. “I ... did not know this,” he said softly. “I think many people do not know this.”“That statement is accurate,” Solovir agreed. “Much knowledge was lost during the car’mori and the years after, but the Treemother is worshipped among the Eryn’elda still.”“Who was the father?” Smythe wondered aloud. “If Vayani was the mother of the Eryn’elda, who was the father?” Solovir said nothing for long moments. He appeared to be staring inwardly, his pale eyes glazed as if focusing on something far away.. Hmm, there something sexy about a mom and daughter, together, Mark leered suggestively and I flushed. Thats disgusting. I want the two of you to join my jogging club. Of course I would join his club. Do we have to be naked? my daughter asked as she trembled behind me. Of course, Mark laughed. Its the Naked Jogging Club. I know, I know, not the most original name. He shrugged. The good news is, not only do you get to feel the excitement of being naked in public, your cunts are growing wet just. Knowing this made her happy for ifthe land of the free was not emancipated enough from prejudice for peoplewho were different then she could go to a place where people judge otherson who they are not the label given to them.The American girl know that she might have to die trying to keep thatlittle promise she made to herself, but she would. Having the chance to diefrom being hated for who she was was better that the alternative- certaindeath if she was not true to herself. Plus, Deb knowing.