" Sheemphasized the feminine form of my name. "You are really not grand enoughfor the gentry. Come along." With that she shoved me in the direction of...he bathroom."Let's see what your mom says, if you look more like a girl." Do you think that is a good idea?" Of course. At any rate, this is just a bit of fun."Svenja began to make me up. Not all that discreetly, but not muchdifferently than many girls in school. Then we went back."So, she looks better, doesn't she?" said Svenja to Mom.Mom sat. Despite having known each other for over 20 years they realised that they hadn’t known each other all that well, but now they discovered how much they had in common. They loved the same movies, they read the same books, they even listened to the same music (apart from Andy’s fascination with 70’s pop music, which was a bit embarrassing, but he didn’t hold the fact that Fenny was quite happy to relax with a bowl of popcorn in front of a mushy romantic movie against her). He made her laugh like. ‘There don’t seem to be any fucking rules here. You can fuck who you like, how you like, where you want, when you want, all the fucking time.’ ‘There are rules. This lad told me all about them. There are rules about saying things to tourists. There are rules about falling ill: they don’t treat them if it’s bad, they just kick them out. There are rules about refusing tourists’ requests. Or for not being sufficiently eager in offering themselves. And there’s no question about turning down sex. The oldest daughter always goes out every Saturday night to spend time with her girlfriend, but returns home promptly at midnight. She takes a lot of verbal and emotional abuse from her entire family over desires to be with women. There is on occasion physical abuse or punishment according to the father as heard thru the audio bugs I have planted in the house. The hit will occur at exactly 12:45AM. Saturday night parked down the street from the target’s house as midnight approaches. Just like.