This was not necessarily a good thing, he came to realize. Erica never seemed to draw her curtains and ran around in various states of undress. Normal...y, Bryan might enjoy the voyeuristic show, but she seemed to lack any sense of modesty or discretion. There was also a steady stream of men in and out of her apartment and Bryan sometimes wondered if she might be hooking. He had decided ignorance was bliss and usually kept his curtains closed. Erica occasionally stopped by to make faux passes at. "My grandfather did those," Miranda replied quietly, her voice echoing slightly as the enormous set of double doors before them were illuminated in all their splendor.They stood nearly twelve feet in height, made of the same dark mithril that was found in the Lavender Mountains. As Miranda had said, her paternal grandfather had done a great deal of work on the doors in his time. The main focus was of the two dragonites who stood facing one another with blissful expressions of love upon their. It was very dark out, no moon tonight, so I drove slowly out of the field. Once I hit the road, I was back to home in no time. I went to the dining hall after I cleaned up, I was hungry. There is a full time cook working just to feed late workers. "Whatcha want to eat, Randy?" He asked me. "I got steak, burgers, whatever you want." "How about just a burger, I'm pretty tired." "Make him a thick rib eye and one for me also." Essie had just walked in. She looked pale and drawn. "Come with me. Walsh, "we were just wondering whatMartin would have looked like if he'd been a girl!" Let's try to remember that we have a son, not a daughter," said Mr.Walsh."Martin, why in the world did you let them dress you up as a girl?" heasked."I don't mind dad," said Martin, "it was really fun! We had a littlefashion show before you came!" What do you mean - fun?" asked Martin's Dad. "you're all kitted out ina dress and makeup and you think it's fun!"Mr. Walsh seemed to be getting more agitated by.