If you ever wanted to spend the night, it would give you a place of your own, you know? I’m not saying you should just move in, but if it ever gets ...oo crazy, you’ll always be welcome.”Heather looked up sharply at this and her face brightened. “Really?”“Hey, careful now. I’m not one of your parents and don’t have any legal right over this. I won’t hide you. However, if you need to get away and call for help or the cops or something, whatever, come on over. I think your dad would understand even. He still recalled Nika's reluctance to lighting a fire the last time they were here and he therefore chose to do without one.While they were quietly eating, he looked around everywhere. There was just enough light to see clearly about fifty feet or so, but still he did notice the abundance of dead trees and branches everywhere around them. He suddenly got an idea that could make their progress easier. Why not build a raft and let the current of the river carry them southward? The river was. I met Monica at a weekly meeting of my localtransgender group which just outside Atlanta, GA. She is a thirty-year-old male to female transsexual that is what we also call a little girl.In her mind she is really four. Although we have our differences webecame close and I eventually became her "mother."Being both Fictionmania fans and hearing about the convention we madearrangements to take the week off and go. Our flight was uneventful,except Monica had too much to drink. You could say she had. Later, when Claire and I met again, I told her what had happened, andthe arrangements mom and I had made. She was concerned, but given thefact that thousands of people would be there, she agreed.I'll admit it, I was nervous as Claire drove us to the park the nextday. I had no idea how this would all turn out. We paid the admissionand walked into the park, heading straight for the huge ball that was inthe middle of the park. I saw Mom first, then dad as he turned around.Claire had dyed her hair,.