But I like what I see here, just as your other older pod mates do. We have a kindred spirit. That is what I lacked with John. Do I love him? Yes. Do I...want to be part of the culture he sees around him? No. When my father died, John simply assumed I’d sell the farm and move in with him. I love the farm. That was the final straw, as far as I was concerned. I helped him, though, with several projects over the past year since we broke up. That is why he owes me, not because I’m offering him any. To claim she needs a real man now that she knowsshe's married to an effeminate sissy. She could use my cross-dressingtendencies to put me down, to justify herself.Yet she didn't sound like that. She sounded... accepting! So I justlooked at her and nodded, careful to seem neither defiant norapologetic. My eyes were still heavily made up, darkly outlined anddeeply shadowed, so they'd look the way Sandra thought appropriate,mysterious, self-assured, seductive. Were they actually having thateffect. ‘Follow the map, Zax. I’m Lusiana, my companion is Eviatar. We are leaving. Good luck!’‘Lusiana? Eviatar?’ Zax called via his communicator but the two no longer responded. ‘Perhaps the fluctuations from the blast zone influencing the long range communication’. He assessed, disgruntled. Memorizing the road on the map, he erased it from his Inner Panorama. ‘If Senior Gid had Pure Cores of such caliber, why did he not give me one for emergency?!’... “Nooo!”“Archbishop, help!”“Cardinal, save. She was too much asleep to notice and the cabin was anyway very hot. When the blanket was pulled away it had the effect of exposing all but the nipple of right breast, as I had loosened the top when I was fiddling with her earlier. The blanket was completely pulled away from her legs and now the evidence of my earlier activity could be seen, with the skirt completely open, the gap pulled around to the front, her g-string exposed and public hair clearly visible to the side of the tiny.