She couldn't move her body at all but strangely she didn't feel any restraints on her body. It simply felt as if her body was refusing to move. Realiz...ng that she was not likely to go anywhere she assessed her surroundings. The room was dimly lit and colored all in grey. There were no instruments in the room, it was simply bare with nothing but her and the table in it. She couldn't even see a doorway that would tell her how the hell she even ended up in this strange room. She could see all of. I can help you guys out." I replied. Dad was very happy with my reply and smiled big. The next morning mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. I walked in feeling uncomfortable. We made small talk and I ate. Later that morning dad was napping and I was in my room looking at my laptop. Mom walked in. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, no bra which was normal for her. She sat next to me on my bed. " I am so happy that you are going to help your father and I out. I really need this and did not. It wasn't as if I could just ring a mate, I grumbled to myself for the hundredth time that day, a grumble I'd had every day for the last six years, ever since the whole family had uprooted themselves from our ancestral sheep farm, just outside of Kendal in Englands Lake district, to come eleven thousand miles to Australia's outback. Oh sure, we now had a farm almost one thousand times the size of the old English one, and a flock of sheep to match, but our nearest neighbour was nearly two. "You're as welcome as can be," "Cordelia" added as I took a seat nextto them. "Join the Tranny Sisters Club of Hell," she added dryly."Actually, we're not quite in Hell itself, merely on the top ofHellmouth, if that's what you're talking about," one of the mencorrected. He was brown-haired, tall and muscular, dressed in amilitary-style green wool sweater and camouflage pants. He walked pastus, carrying a large box."There's hardly any difference to us," "Willow" shot back, but the manand his box.