He had beentold so often that he looked, walked and quacked like a queer duck, thatthe sudden realization that he could actually pass for a female was...forBlair, as they say, like water off a duck's back. It wasn't somethingto fret over.Yet Kirk was somehow different. Blair had always considered his brotherto be pure drake, more eagle than duck, as macho as a bird could get.If Kirk could be a transvesty, it meant that nothing was what it seemed.It meant that Blair was living in a world full of. She quickly let me know I was to give her copies of everything I gave Octavian. So much the better. In many ways it made my life easier. My work was unspectacular in appearance, but vital to the governance of Rome. I quizzed traders, whores, priestesses, governor's wives, and all manner of others. I had people pass on to me such minor things as the price of grain in northern Gaul and the price of shoe leather in the farmer's markets along the Appian Way. Others told me the gossip they heard in. . slow!(*Anne-Mal) We have to get used to turning off the whisper function that is all!(J) Morpheus, I wonder whether you might discuss the tendency towards didacticism in TG fiction?(Morpheus) Didacticism?(J) Didacticism -- moralizing, e.g. good triumphs over evil.(Morpheus) I just like to see a little justice occur sometimes in stories. Give people what they occasionally deserve.(Paul1954) Morpheus, you apologize frequently that this is not one of your best stories - do you ever re-visit your. But just beautiful, thank you." She answered with a genuine smile."Well let's get you inside and all warmed up, then."They trudged through the snow towards the front door of the house and entered into a small foyer where they hung their coats and removed their boots. Jennifer stared wide-eyed as they passed into the living room. The place was gorgeous. It was beautifully decorated and furnished; a far cry from her initial conception and, ironically, similar to how she pictured her intended.