"His mom stood back and had them all come close together so she couldtake a look at the five of them together. She looked from one to thenext to the n...xt and there just wasn't any difference; they were allbeautiful young women."How do you feel, sweetheart?"Chris was a bit confused. "I feel fine, mom. Why?" No, baby, I mean; how do you feel in the clothes and the makeup? How doyou like the long hair? All of it?"Everyone got quiet to hear his response."I don't know. I guess I feel... nice. All. I honestly don’t know what I would do without them, though. The name is Damon Louverture. A tall and ruggedly handsome young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. These days, I’m taking up Business administration at Carleton University. Ottawa is the most boring City in the Western Hemisphere. Inhabited by zombie-like Government drones, self-absorbed and deeply xenophobic Euro-trash, constantly feuding ethnic minorities such as Africans, Arabs and Asians along with. See you at 7 gorgeous.' Abby looked at him and sighed. A barely perceivable nod of the head affirmedthe arrangement. James smiled to himself and left the library. Later that evening James pulled his car up to the kerb of the arranged meetingplace. There was no sign of Abby yet. But she would be here, he had no doubt.He leaned back in his seat and waited. At 5 past 7 a slightly less perky Abbyturned the corner, dressed, externally at least, in the fashion he ?d instructed.He leaned across and. She wasn't that old but she did know of the sub-council rule, but what had amazed her more was the simple fact that Tom had relented as easily as he did. The council nodded saying that they were behind me no matter what my decision then they too flashed out. I thought a moment then my eyes flew wide, that son of a bitch he was going to tell Johnathon! ARRGH! I'd never be free of owing him if Johnathon showed up to help. I told the class that we were done for the day, that I was proud of them..