. Sailbait had just been through refit.”“You’re a vindictive wench.”“Ah ... recognition ... and I didn’t have to be a dead artist.”“I�...�m not talking to you for a week.”And he didn’t. He wrote down instructions and cooked his own meals, locked his stateroom against me. He did give me hope though ... Every hundred miles north adds 2 degrees warmth. He wrote that on the instructions... 1100 miles meant 22 degrees warmer. That’s damn near 74 ... I can tan before Brisbane! Great! I don’t want to be a. I sighed as I pulled my head back, giving him a look of resignation.As I rolled off the bed, a groan of disappointment escaped Nick's throat as he sat up, resting on his elbows. His look told me to hurry back. Mine told him I would. I left the room, pausing at the door to glance over my shoulder at the boy that still lay on my bed. He blew me a kiss, causing me to laugh as I left. The phone's incessant ringing brought me to the living room, and as I reached it, I cut it off. "Look at you," Billy said with derision. "Crying. You're a bitch forreal now, aren't you. You don't just look like one, you are one. I'vejust made a bitch out of you."Then the troll looked over at me. "You're getting yours tonight afterthe party, Christiana. We're going to go at it for hours. You'll neverbe the same, after I'm done with you. You'll be more bitched up thanHebner here. You won't even want to go back to being a boy, becauseyou'll know that you'll never ever truly be a boy. "Though full of her own complaints, I could see Amelia's eyes widen withno little mirth as I was dragged upstairs on the other side of Mum toher, and I had to stand and watch from the corner of her room (a room Inow knew very well), as she lifted Amelia's console straight from thecabinet and placed it under her arm."I don't care anyway," Amelia ranted, throwing herself on her bed facefirst and beginning to sob, while pounding her fists into the pillows Ihad so often relaxed on recently."Mum,.