. was. I..."She placed a finger on my lips. Her eyes were sparkling and she was smiling. "Hush! I'm happy to be your girlfriend."Whatever the minor cr...sis was, it must have been easily dealt with, because the vicar swept back down the aisle and disappeared into the vestry. He emerged a few minutes later in robes, white, but with brilliant embroidery, accompanied by a young man, Mike ... something? and a woman, the vicar's wife, Dulcie, both in white robes with a sort of blue scarf.The service. And I think I'll let them usethe ladies' lockers from now on, since the mist did such a fine job onyou, Patricia."Patricia gasped, "How did you know my name?"The old woman responded, "My grand-daughter here told you, I'm amagician. Now Patricia, I assume you changed your name after you wentthrough the hormones."She nodded her head. "Yes I did, ma'am. And these things," Patriciaexplained, holding up her rather large breasts, "are implants."I wondered about that, Anya thought to herself. Then she. What gives JarJar?” Clarice asked.“I couldn’t resist her British accent Miss,” Jarvis said.Everyone but Jarvis broke up laughing.We all spent the night at Clarice’s house so the pilots could get their crew rest. The girls let me spend the night alone with Clarice. We made love all night. I didn’t mind going without sleep because I could always sleep on the plane. I kissed Clarice goodbye and Jarvis drove us all to the plane.Our flight to Tonga via Hawaii was the normal orgy. We stopped worrying. I checked in with Andy; it had been a while. The French terrorists who were to wear suicide vests or were to be shooters had all been tried and executed.The cells in the security zone now held mostly cartel criminals, drug runners and hit men transferred to the security zone prison by the Mexican government for final termination.Even after all the members of the cartel that had been arrested, killed or executed, they were powerful enough that many Mexican politicians were afraid. Andy was still.