"You want a beer?" Mark yelled from the kitchen."Yah, sure!" I replied.Before Mark came back to the living room, I read the spell out loud,concentrati...g on my roommate. I could feel a swell of energy swirlaround me and then as quickly as it came it disappeared into thekitchen. I listened for any sign of confirmation that the spellactually worked but all I heard was another beer can open.I sighed. I guess a beer would have to be my consolation prize.I flipped the page of the book looking for. She switched the light off and plunged the room into darkness."All you need to do, Claire," she heard him say, "is join in..."Join in with what? Claire thought as she felt someone - Amelia she supposed - step over her and settle in the space on the other side of her from Dan. No answer was immediately apparent. Just the dark room, and silence.No, not quite silence. She began to make out a light sound which she identified as the soft movement of fabric. She listened harder, and the sound. How do you plead, Guilty or Not Guilty?" Yes, I ran the brothel; no the girls were not forced, they worked there willing," Martha answered, knowing it didn't make any difference what she said, or what the realities were.There was a frightened girl somewhere who would claim to have been coerced into the brothel. The machine lit a panel on the wall that said GUILTY."Since you offer no defence, and plead guilty, the court finds you guilty as charged. As the crime was a major offence involving many. I knew that once Isaid the words, it would be out there. Someone else would know thatAidan Dillon wanted to be one of the girls. It was so at odds with theperception that others had of me.So many of my competitors and admirers referred to me as a shark. Theythought that I saw blood and pounced. In their eyes, I was a ruthlesssavage. There was some truth to that. A lot of it was simpleovercompensating for what was inside me. If I wanted to be a girl onthe inside, I figured I had to be.