Getting kind of pissed off about what she’d missed, she tried to figure out what in the hell she could do about it without destroying her life as it...was. In the middle of nowhere, there weren’t a lot of choices. She couldn’t fuck farmhands or relatives without significant repercussions. What in the hell was a woman with an opening mind supposed to do?Then came the conventions where farmers got together to talk about what they could do better. These were in big cities and folks from all over. . I just hate going home. These days, all my folk seem t'do isfight." Is your father --" Trisha. She's Trisha now. When we first changed, Ma told me all Icould call her was Trisha, and that potion I took -- that's still whatI have t'call her." She must hate that. You must hate that." I don't think either of us liked it at first. Now I'm used to it,just like I got used to being called Emma." I never thought about that. I've called you Emma from the first dayyou came to school." She. As you can see, I still can't do very much for myself, so I need people to help me and I can't afford to let considerations of modesty play a part, if you understand what I mean." Yes, I know what you mean. And your mother said you need help with the therapy on your legs." Yes! Would you mind pulling the covers back for me."He didn't think that he'd ever seen such scars on a person: her legs had been sliced from pelvis to ankle, and although the flesh was pink and warm, indicating good blood. Even so the dark area around her nipples could still be made out.I told her to turn around, the back view was just as good, the back plunged all the way to the top of her g-string, which could be seen through the dress, I could see something glistening at the junction where the side strings met the string going between her arse, I asked her what it was, she pulled her dress up to show me, what I had seen was a Y shape of ‘diamonds’, she asked me if I liked it. I told her again that it was.