..Did she really think of herself as a man now? She hadn't realised.She thought it through for a minute.Yes he did. He didn't think of himself as a wo...an one whit no more. Theidea of being a woman actually seemed weird and unpleasant - mincing aboutin dresses and skirts with pretty hair and make-up.Obviously he wanted to go back to his old life - there was no doubt aboutthat - but at this moment it seemed completely alien.Ann caught himself daydreaming again for a minute, imagining an. “You have to stop him! If he presses that hard again it will kill him!”I saw a look of panic and true concern on her face. I felt deep down I had to do this so I pushed harder. That’s when I felt something inside me almost break! Blinking, I felt memories rushing back into my mind. Gasping for breath I feel back, “You’re Drenna a first class elite mage.” As dizzy as I was I turned toward the older woman. “Mother!” I gasped out. “I’m so sorry I forgot you!”My mother leaned over me, “It’s alright. I will tell you, the reader that it was a friendly smile, with not an ounce of malice or threat in it. He glanced at my drink, saw that it was nearly empty and took a moment to refill both our glasses with scotch. Then he began to talk about what had happened back in August, 1888. ‘I wuz on the Etruria,’ he said, slipping back into Bill’s familiar accent. ‘We spent six weeks in great Britain, mostly in London. Well, there wuz a side trip to Paris, but we wuz mostly in and around London.’ ‘I. But now I thought if anyone was going to be able to knock me up, it was Pookie. I couldn’t ponder my new potential problem long because soon the men were pushing me into the back of the truck. One of them ordered me to turn around and face them and then to lie on my back. As I did I was pulled by my arms to the end of the trucks bumper. Happily, I felt some padding on the floor so that my neck was properly cushioned. So there I was on my back, head over the back bumper and my legs being.