I opened the dryer and found nothing but my sister and mother's underwear were all the clothes we had available."Jen, quick, throw something on and di...tract Mom so we can sneak back upstairs," I directed her. She nodded, snapped on a bra and was pulling up some panties as she scurried back upstairs just as my mother entered the room. We could hear the whole exchange clearly through the uninsulated floor."Jen, what are you doing half dressed, and this kitchen is a mess!" my Mom went into. You might even appear foolish or incompetent, if you don't come up with brilliant goals.It gives some insight to the grumpy old fighter trying to drive away the eager youngling who insists on calling them 'teacher'. Once the master realizes that the student is too dumb or too blinded by hero worship to notice any failings, that is when the student is accepted. And abused, because there is some resentment at being forced into the leader position- but then, the weight of leadership forces good. " But ... I don't understand," I cried. "Is this real blood?" Yes, it is your real blood. And you can expect the cramps, moodiness, and all the rest of it." But ... how is it possible?" I cried."Let's just say that this is a special feature of our service. Now, tell me honestly, don't you feel more like a real woman knowing that you'll have to live with your 'monthly visitor' from now on?" What do you wear to bed at night?" Julia asked. Yet another week had passed.This week Julia said that I. I'm almost as tall as him, but his shoulders are bigger. He used to play football, too, and keeps in pretty good shape, so it's not like I'm intimidating, at all, but its all I can do to make my point clear. "Thank, you! That's all I ask!" He throws his hands up, I know he hates having to be all serious with me and shit. "And please don't compare me to her. That, too." He grabs an apple and tosses it to me. I catch it without a thought. "K, dad." I roll my eyes again, toss the apple back to him.