"Now, shall we have a siesta before the evening meal, or would you rather go out?" asked Hugo.Helen, unused to being offered choices, felt a little un...asy at this, so she said, "Whatever you would like will be fine by me, but what is a siesta?" Don't they call it that on Earth now?" asked Hugo, "It's when you have a little sleep in the afternoon." I never knew anyone who did that," she replied with child-like frankness, "But if you want us to go to bed now, let's go."Her look left Hugo in no. I pondered what I would do if I was ever to escape. I would still be a woman no matter what; I couldn?t change that now thanks to Danielle and William. Maybe they think they are helping me but I had still had a mind of a man and was now stuck inside this female body.My hand once again went down between my legs. It felt so good to touch myself there. The healing was complete but I was still so sensitive down there. I rubbed my clit gently at first and then harder trying to make myself cum. Rick, Robbi, and Cathy also headed back to the farm. When they got there, Cathy had insisted that she change the dressing on Ricks leg, to check for anything wrong, and to check the progress of the healing. Rick had asked one of the clerical staff to make copies of all his medical records, so he could have them on hand in case of an emergency. They had been all too glad to do as he wanted, and the next day, had presented not one set of copies, but with five sets of every thing that had been. They cooked on a wood fire outside, settling for raw vegetables when it rained. The family was too far from the coast to easily get seafood, and too poor to afford mutton, so chicken was their primary source of protein."So that is what I thought of when she talked about a cock. We did keep our own chickens, and it really mattered which one was a cock and which was a hen." Can you see why the word 'cock' came to mean what it does here?" Why?" It's like the Sinhalese word cukula."Cukula also.