The bolts and chains had been put into place and Agnes couldn't get in. It was she who was banging on the door.Thomas got out of his mothers bed and w...lked over to his own and left his mother to go and open the door to let his sister in. As usual she came bounding up the stairs and into her room, presumably to drop off her bag. Then Thomas's door was thrown open and she called out, "Come on lazy bones, come and have breakfast." Then he heard her noisy descent and calling out her mothers. It felt nice and she moved her hips from side to side to feel it again. Would she use that on him tonight? Possibly.She saw that Tom was still holding his beer and amazingly hadn’t spilt a drop, even when she’d tipped him backwards on to the floor. She took the bottle from Tom’s hand and slowly poured a little into his open mouth. He automatically smiled. What was it with guys and beer? She poured some more, but a little too quickly and he coughed.“Oh I’m sorry.”He coughed again and went. That was the first step of our close relationship. She bought more, taught me how to wear make-up, how girls act and so forth. She even helped me start hormone therapy. I grew breasts and my masculine features kind of disappeared. She then asked me what I wanted to do with my penis. Did I want to have a full sex change or not? I didn't want to, I wanted to keep it. I didn't really know why, but it just felt like the right thing to do. She accepted that too.Then there was my father. I never. Work outside stopped, peopled stayed indoors as much as they could to avoid the cold or the wet, or both.Dingvali was a modern man, he had invested in an earth closet early on, before they became fashionable. The little hut at the back of the garden was raised about three feet above ground level, and beneath it was pit which was populated with ashes, shit and sawdust. He was the envy of some of the merchants, who still had the servants tipping the pots in the street. Ling had created a stir by.