But I really love being a girl Erica. It's a lot of work but it's a lot of fun too. So will you. You don't have a choice either you know." "Yes, so...I've been told, but who is going to pay for MY operation? My folks surely can't afford it." "Didn't I hear of them offering you a deal if you came back to teach?" "Yes." "Well, that's it. You teach, they pay. You get a good job and nobody loses and you and I get to find ourselves a couple neat guys to take care of us the rest of our. Next he washed the ancient timber floor boards and let them dry while he ate his dinner out on the veranda. He pulled the old floor polisher out of the hall cupboard and with the wax that was the same brand as he'd seen his grandmother use when he was just a little kid, he polished the floors till late into the night. He closed the house up again, he would have liked to have left it open but was worried the wind might come up and destroy all his good work with dust, and went to bed pleased with. To my surprise, I could accept a full two quarts of clear liquid, repeated several times. The feeling of warm, almost-bursting fullness was a transformative experience, and gave a hint of transformations to come (little did I know!). Giving her the enemas was something of an anticlimax. Then we were squeaky clean, both within and without.Amelia had lit sticks of a pungent, almost cloyingly sweet incense. The pale ribbons of violet smoke must have contained some sort of mind-altering drug. How. Under it was half of The Kid. The Kid was a nickname given to one of the field operators. He’d been so young, only 18, when he’d joined the company and their crew so they’d nicknamed him The Kid. He’d been somewhat cocky in the beginning and in the two years he’d been with them, this crew had trained him and shaped him into a very competent and good operator. When Amanda got close, she saw that The Kid was stuck under the beam up to his waist. He had tears streaming down his cheeks and leaving.