And wherever it is he takes me." And just what is it exactly, that you're going to be doing?" Mom asked."That I don't know. I went to an orientation T...esday, but that didn't work out as well as I expected. Now, I'm going to be more humble, and more interested in learning what I need to know." I paused, and smiled at her. "If I'm going to be past two, I'll call."Dad chimed in. "Thanks, but no thanks. Calls at that time of the night are too scary. Just call if you need help, okay?" Okay," I told. They filled the land between the forest edge and the Orlan river, most of which had been, itself, lightly forested before the coming of the Poles. A road followed the river, connecting the distant walled northern Watu town of Daraja to the southern Kikker town of Fren. On the bank of the river, a dozen buildings formed the Kikker village of Puln. Two docks poked out into the slow moving Orlan, a Polish sailing ship and two Kikker oar boats currently berthed. A road branched off eastward from. But what happened next was something I've only seen in those corny, low-budget porno films."James, please don't take this the wrong way, but your brother is a real jerk. I've never told anyone this because I wanted to keep the peace in the family, but your brother treats me like shit. What you saw today was a good day, as days with him go. "He always yells at me, and belittles me; calling me stupid and worthless amongst other less pleasant words, he breaks my things... special things that he. .. well, pretty wasn'tquite the word, because the shape of the face wasn't right, somehow. Butattractive, striking, even glamorous - certainly. Part of that was thefantastic job Alina had done to highlight my eyes, which combined heavyblack lines with glittering gold shadow to create a sultry, smoulderinglook. But best of all were my brightly painted and naturally plump lips,especially parted as they were right now in a perfect O of surprise thatmade me blush just imagining what they seemed to.