Just until Michael could come up with a cure. To give him his due, Michael was working flat-out on the virus. Paul didn't really see why he had to mov... out. Surely the cure wouldn't take the several months Michael had said it would?He had blown about half his money buying some more underwear, which he had needed. In the lingerie section he had felt like an invader, as if at any moment his true gender would be revealed. If any of the assistants thought he was anything other than a shy girl, they. We parked the Cadillac and we got out and headed up to her parents home. It was a big two story log cabin with a huge porch and a big barn in the distance. There were 8 bedrooms and 3 baths and they had a big living room and dining area. Her Dad met us at the door and he was little guy about 5ft and little jumpy and he shook my big hand and looked up and yelled "Mary - there here!!" There was some noise from the kitchen and then a door opened and in came Margie mother. Mary was a spitting image. She took a lover, she supposed, for the extra excitement of it. She didn’t feel anything for the young man; she only wanted what he was able to do for her. They hadn’t even made love as such, it was just sex, not even particularly good sex at that. The boy Richard hadn’t bothered much with foreplay, hadn’t eaten her out to bring her to the boil like Amos always did; he hadn’t even had much finesse in his technique. It had all been about him. Clare felt that she had been wholly incidental to. They wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. And it didn’t end. There was no peace. Men seemed too stupid to settle for peace. History repeated itself like everyone was blind to everything that happened before. Pride before lives. One wall falls, another rises. Greed and anger and distrust.“They can’t all be bad,” Lia said. She thought of Troy. “I mean, maybe the older ones are, but not the younger ones.”“Kids turn into their parents,” her father said. “Sure, we all have our own souls but.