She stood up to look through her options when Vickisuddenly tackled her and pinned her small frame to the ground. "Wait asecond. I changed my mind." A...d Vicki slipped her hand along the lingerieuntil it cupped her crotch. She fondled it gently, then said with asinister smile. "You know you have a pussy."She looked at Vicki, kind of confused. That was, like, a really weirdthing to say. "Of course I have one."But Vicki just shook her head. "Boys don't have pussies."And then it all rushed back to. He was clearly drunk and was acting wild and out of character. He acted so happy that she had returned and told her how he had missed her. He picked her up and carried her up to their bedroom and nearly threw her down on the bed. Jane remembered being frightened and confused. She wasn’t sure what Tom was planning to do and she had no idea at the moment if it was good or bad. Ever the romantic, she let herself think he truly wanted her and she let down her guard. She even became slightly. .." And I don't want to talk about her anymore." trying to put it in hishead that I did not want to talk about her, and that I really did thinkthat if I talked about her too much, she could show up at our doorstep.But he continued. "You know you can trust me."I let out a sigh, and let the sentence form in my mind. "She's mysister. We had a break, and she became a bitch." You don't have a sister," he said uncertainly..."I have a twin sister." Then corrected, "An identical twin sister.And I. "I really had no idea what to do once we were within reaching distance," she continued. "The last time one of them touched a human it was a restraint while they stabbed away with a weapon in the other ... well, hand. It is kind of a hand, although there aren't any fingers—an irregularly shaped and fairly flexible pad with a slightly stiffer and smaller opposable surface. I think the Argo survivors described it as something like the tip of an elephant's trunk, and that was my impression, too,.