" Chapter 2 She was looking up at her son's eyes to get a sense of how he might be taking her offer, such an obvious one of having sex with her as wel... as his sister. He heard her words but did he really get their meaning? "Sleep in here, with you?" he asked needing clarification. "Yes, Trent," she said, "in here with me. If you want?" She said that, adding the condition at the end, realizing that, well, she was older, her breasts couldn't compare with her eighteen-year old daughter's, heavens,. . So I'm an orphan,healer girl who sews and sells dresses. If I had known I was going tobe a girl, I wouldn't have chosen that. I wouldn't mind being a witty,_male_ bard or perhaps a buff, _male_ martial artist or something,but... -He (she?) continued to speak to the customer, "But you didn't come tovisit, did you? You're looking for a new dress?"- It's a dress store, isn't it? She's a woman isn't she? Of courseshe's looking for a dress. Why am I asking such silly questions? -She nodded, "I. ‘Thank you,’ I say, while I head back to my room with a highlighted map clenched in my hand. Back in my room, I sit on the bed and try to reconfigure my day. Today is Saturday and it’s almost 10:30 AM, clearly I can put a good plan together yet. I pick up the phone and call the front desk. ‘Can you please have a taxi for room two twelve ready in ninety minutes?’ ‘Of course Madame, how many in your party?’ ‘Just one,’ I confirm, and provide the details of my destination. I shower, do my hair. For once unable to come up with any witty comeback, I waited until she added, playfully, “Guess it’s getting late and I should go home,” observing exactly how I reacted to the way she lewdly displayed the object of my undivided attention.“Sure,” I managed with the confident creak of a pimple-faced thirteen-year-old emo kid. After swallowing that thick lump in my throat, more, very cautiously weighed words barely passed the threshold of my lips. “Would you please stop playing with that thing? I.