But think for a minute. What do you wear to school? Jeans?”“Yeah.” And so did everybody else. Some of the younger instructors wore jeans.“But ... don’t think I’ve ever seen you when you weren’t in a skirt. So you dress up for Sundays. I, on the other hand, wear a suit every day to the office. So I don’t dress up at all for Sundays.” That didn’t make any sense.“That’s a weird way to look at it. Not everybody at your church wears suits.” She felt unspoken accusations at home; she suspected that. In her own words: I could as well be 'a man ... or have some horrible disfigurement ... you might be some archbishop or king or prime minister or whatever... 'I am none of that, but I guess that is beside the point. What has always been very much the point was the fact that Alicia considered our relation in cyberspace as a fantasy — incomplete and therefore inferior to 'real time.' My love had no credibility for her. She often told me she loved me and I guess she did, but to her it was an. “Guess who’s coming to visit?” Brandi blurted, ignoring her cousin’s obvious need for privacy.Candi resigned herself to frustration and wondered if delayed gratification might add to her arousal and the satisfaction of an even greater climax after her cousin left. “Who?” Candi asked.“Alessandro, our cousin from Argentina, the guy I once told you about.” Brandi couldn’t stop thinking about her trip to South America with her mom and dad, when she was sixteen, and particularly about Alessandro,. ’ ‘We love you, Helen. We wish you’d come back to us.’ ‘I can’t now. I’m in too deep here. They made me a statue, there are oil paintings of me in galleries, tourists buy pictures and postcards of them. I don’t have the luxury of just handing it all to Maria and walking away and becoming a ‘Hey, Whatever Became Of’ joke on VH-1 in 10 years.’ ‘So, you do plan to give Maria her due?’ ‘If anything ever happens to me, yes. Hopefully, I’ve taught her something about how to be a decent ruler and take.