That being, having makeup lightly applied his wavy hair which was alwaysover his ears anyway, brushed then gelled in the most girlish of styles.The ma...n problem came of a Monday morning, having to leave all his beautifulclothes, makeup and sissiness behind and go back to those nastyuncomfortable boys clothes. Having to spend the day trying to act like theother boys, while all the time knowing where he'd rather be. Yes home withhis mother, who by now he thought it sounded more in keeping with. .. dead. His sword dropped from his fingers, tip touching the ground, hilt falling over towards Shanna. The stranger's knees buckled, his entire body leaning away from her even as the sword hit the grass near her feet.There was a yell. From the trees burst a creature, sword in hand. Without thinking, Shanna reached down for the sword before her, jumping backwards the instant her hand grasped the hilt. The newcomer swung its sword at the falling man, stopping the motion in surprise as it became. "The lead pilot wanted to stay and fight, but he couldn't. Orders were orders,and this timeline was not yet slated to be conquered. Probably because it hadonly recently been uncovered. He gave a signal, and the nine ovoid fightersrocketed straight up into the atmosphere and then shot over to the waitinggateways. As soon as the ships were safely through, the holes in the skyclosed.The short battle between the Sisterhood and the Patriarchy resulted innothing more than a few flaming parking lots. The prospect of the forthcoming fetish event with June and Cerys wasn’t helping either...As she squeezed herself into a seat behind one of the tables a slightly familiar voice said, “Hello,” and then after a pause, “It’s Allison Terry, isn’t it?”It took Allison a few moments to place the slim, rather handsome man who was speaking until she finally realised that it was Gordon. Uncertain how to respond, she said, “Err, yes, hello, Gordon.”She almost added, “I didn’t recognise you with your.