I let Nathalie lace me up as my sister pulled on her pink robe. She belted it, her body and face still flushed, a vital red adding such zest to her pa...e skin. She gave the big feyhound who fucked her a fond smile like she wanted to keep him then glanced at me.“Well, brother mine? Done satisfying your perverse desires? Or do I need to rut with Cú Mheá for your pleasure.”“After, sister dear,” I said, loving the twinkle in her blue eyes. “When we’re celebrating our victory.”She laughed, the sound. My customers won't lie to me."She stared at me a second and then grinned. "Okay, for a second there I forgot that you're the boss this week. Right?"I smiled and nodded.Before I left the next morning I set up the extra laptop and connected the low speed printer to it. That night when I returned I found a two-page resume on the kitchen table. I could hear Holly's shower going. It was Wednesday and that meant eating out night.I made a drink and sat down on the couch with the resume. I skimmed the. Just before the wave hit my shield, Peter gave me the image of Yoda from Star Wars saying "No! Try not. Do, or do not, there is no try." The energy he had been holding was then being fed into my shield forcing it to grow larger. The shield I was holding was bigger than I had ever done before also allowing me to change the shape from the wall I had first put up and changed the angle to deflect the shock wave, to one covering the entire yacht in a the shape of a ship with a prow designed to cut. They were partly feminized, but they were men. I didn't feel like I belong among them anymore. I felt at home however with the real women at work. I could communicate with them so much better. "What's with you," asked Brad, "you're acting just like a chick!" "For your information, I *am* a chick!" I replied, and marched off angrily. How dare he question my femaleness? But they were just men. Men didn't have feelings like we did, and didn't care about others, just their piggish selves. My.