" Yeah," I responded with a shrug, trying to act as though it was no bigdeal.Aunt Cassandra continued staring at me with an odd expression beforefinal...y saying, "Your familiar..." I think she's kind of shy or something," I said, helping myself to achocolate chip cookie from a plate on the counter. It was recentlybaked too, probably just a couple hours ago at most. "I can see herwhen I look in the mirror, but she won't show herself normal" I...I'm not sure she can," Aunt Cassandra answered. “The problem is one of appropriate recognition for extraordinary service to our country. I intend to tell you a series of stories and then propose a course of action to you.“First, there is a captain in Army Special Forces. This captain singlehandedly stopped the Russian advance in the recent war by blowing up the bridge across the River Weser and, as a by-product, nearly destroyed the last intact first-line Soviet armored division left on the Western Front. The captain also wiped out a Soviet. It's just a weirdlittle subject to discuss for a minute. We can't actually do it... and itprobably wouldn't work anyway." But I think it could work, Mom. I do! I really do!"Janice shook her head. "No dear, it's all just... silliness."But that conversation wouldn't leave Janice alone either. That one gotpiled right on top of all the other ones she'd had recently. And ifanything, it seemed to have landed on top of the list. Silliness!But that silliness forced itself out of her mouth that. I saw myself as following in the line of many woman before me. I don’t mean my mother or grandmother because that’s just nasty to think about them pleasuring themselves or grandpa. Since the ex-roommate had moved out, I was in total touch-myself heaven. Chase and I could screw each other until the cows came home, but I would never feel a smidgen of an ‘Oh god!’ feeling. Mostly I felt like a catalyst to his own ‘Oh god!’ moment. Chase had a very lovely body and he would hate me for calling it.