He raised his cup to take a drink, did it a second time, then looked into it and said, "Shit I didn't put any coffee in there."Before I could reach fo... his cup, Denise was up, in and out of the trailer with the big coffeepot. She poured everyone more coffee then went back inside. I could hear her making more coffee. When she came out she sat on my lap and curled up tucking her legs under her.Denise wasn't very big except for her tits. She was very short, just a tad overweight but a big soft. " I know. Even when I was... him, it wasn't me. Tried like hell to make itwork. What did it get me? A bullet, gallons of blood, and a pussy."Faye laughed, an unidentifiable conglomeration of chewed food sailedthrough the air."Don't knock it, sis."Bobbie held up her burger as if to deflect the accusatory tone. "If Ihave learned one thing in the last year..." This is who I really am. Bobbie, the Advocate. Cupcake Girl." Tim's girl."That last one stung Faye just a little, having only been in his. " So if you, say, murdered someone, you could not be prosecuted? As an example, you understand; I didn't mean to..." her voice trailed off as she realised how terrible that sounded.The Emir was not in the least upset, rather more intrigued, as he replied, "No. It is not possible for me to commit murder. Let me explain; my word is the law here. Therefore nothing I do can ever be illegal. I cannot murder anyone, since murder is defined as unlawful killing. I can, however, do anything I like;. The girl in the reflection acted like I did, but my brain still refusedto accept it as MY image reflected. She had platinum-blonde hair, archedthin eyebrows filled in with eyeliner and heavily made-up eyes witheyeliner, mascara and eye-shadow. The blue eye-shadow and the thicklypainted lashed magnified my eyes and highlighted my bluish eyes.Her lips were painted the same pinkish shade as my nails. But besidethat I could still see my old face underneath - although it looked muchmore feminine.