“No, I...I was just finishing.” I said sheepishly.“Were you thinking about last night?” Amie asks me.“Yeah, it was very hot.” I responded....There was an awkward silence for a long few moments as she sat on the edge of the bed and toweled her hair. We both seemed deep in our own thoughts.I finally broke the silence with, “I’m so sorry I called you all those filthy names in the heat of the moment. I don’t think of you as a tramp and a slut or any of that. Your still my sweet little Southern. Obviously the eyebrowsare right above them and for some reason they were often a signifier ofgender.My feminised eyebrows would be one of the first things people noticedabout me.And that thought did me in. That a beautiful woman who didn't know mewas happy to go along with who she thought was my friend and feminisemy features.My orgasm was thankfully quick. I glanced down, thankful the panty-liner had taken all the cum and nothing was leaking through my jeans.I closed my eyes and let Caroline. “Where’s Lizbet?” I whispered to Matra Glandira.“Don’t worry, she’s fine. She’ll join us when the time’s right,” Matra Glandira whispered back.I was keen to know what she’d planned. I had a momentary image of Lizbet being brought out tied to a stake, then being subjected to death by torturous evisceration.Patra Albertrin brought the meeting to order. “I called a village meeting here tonight to make an important announcement. Matra Glandira decided now would be an appropriate time to start. Felicity, thinking that all was well again, now that they had a plan for Bobby, waved gaily and said: “Come get us when you’re ready. We’ve still got plenty of time.”Once in their room, Renee stomped around, while Bobby tipped the porter who carried in Renee’s single suitcase.“Why didn’t you tell me this was an overnight thing?” she snapped.“I didn’t know,” said Bobby, shrugging. “You brought a suitcase,” he pointed out.“Yes, but all that’s in it is my dress for tonight!” she snarled. “I didn’t.