Don't get me wrong, though, for what Mom means is that I am as beautiful as Dad is handsome. It's a compliment that I always receive with a blush, for...without any doubt, I consider my Dad the most handsome guy on this planet (after Brad Pitt, of course) My Mom Rehana is not too bad either - she had me when she was just fifteen, so until I went away, she had been my closest friend and philosopher. Dad is one year younger than her - so if you know your math, my Dad is just thirty-five. We are one. We traveled through the rest of Nevada on Thanksgiving Day ending in Reno. We encountered scenery considerably more interesting than the day before. We passed mountains, lakes, pretty little towns, and at our leisurely pace, rolled into Reno about four o'clock in the afternoon. We had reservations at Harrah's, and headed there.According to several lengthy emails I'd had from a couple of coordinators of the Children's Fund Telethon, Crystal and I were to check-in with the planners at ten o'clock. “We should get going too then.” Terry said.Sandy seemed to have a far off look in her eyes for a moment, then a wide, mischievous smile on her face.“But aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked Terry.“What?” Terry questioned in return.“You wanted to find out what it was like to be a guy, right?” Sandy asked.“Yes, but... ?”“Then why don’t you find out?” Sandy grinned.Before Terry could react, Sandy was again on top of her, this time her lips pressing against Terry’s own. The cherry taste of. As it fell down, I heard Cicero again.“Oh, but this isn’t at all what Mother would want. You kill the Keeper or I kill the Listener? Now that’s ... madness!” His voice peaked at the end with a cackling laugh. I could see the room below, with a door that probably concealed him. Unfortunately, there was a raised grate that blocked the stairs leading down. Fine, I’ll do it the hard way.I started down the other hallway. It led to a bridge over an open floor before. As I got closer to the bridge,.