And what else might Jenny have told her? I couldn’t help but remember what she had said a few minutes earlier about my “relationship” with her d...ughter.Did Millie know?Did Jenny tell her?And how MUCH did Jenny tell her?It actually took me a LOT longer than it should have to return to my driveway. Millie was already sitting down. And had moved the two chairs so close together they were almost touching.I stood there for at least 30 seconds, looking at Millie, then at the chairs and back at. "Go ahead." You pulled away and looked at me. I smiled and> started to undo the buttons on your shirt. You sat there and didn’t move. Was it because I was doing something I had told you we couldn’t do or where you simply scared I was just going to disappear? Well whatever it was i smiled and finished unbuttoning my shirt and pulled you close. "There’s nothing to fear. This is another dream so we can do whatever we want. Whatever you want." I said to her, in a soft voice. She wrapped her arms. "And bend knees, and turn, and shake hips on the way up." There was good reason for that feeling; she had only had five days topractice the dance routine and learn to apply her makeup in a moreseductive manner. She only had five days to practice the dance routinefor, up until two weeks previously, Marci was Doug. She knew that sheonly had at most fourteen days left as being Marci, and she wasgrateful for that.The last fourteen days had been hell, all because of a bet he hadbelieved was done in. Italways did with woman like Aby. Aby was clearly authoritarian,commanding, almost imperious. Traits defined by his aunt long agofrightening him since early childhood. He was on the verge of having anaccident, wishing again he'd gone to the bathroom first."Please, everyone sit, relax and I'll explain why I've asked you hereMark," Helen said.Mark obeyed instantly, anxiously since there was no context to him beingthere, and yet his worse thoughts had already begun filtering through.You get.