"Our son is called Clark, not Clara. And no son of mine is ever going towear a dress!" I replied angrily."You are going to disown our son if he is tr...nsgendered? What kind oftransphobic father are you? You really should apologise, she was sohappy being one of the girls," Isabel replied with just a hint ofsurprise in her voice."You think I am transphobic just because I don't want to see Clarkwearing a dress? Well you can call me transphobic, I don't care!"Isabel decided she would not try to. It really was a great time for Liz, and for the guys in question. Harmless fun and her ever so sensitive clitty was often taken care of by some lucky good looking confident guy.It all sounds very slutty, but Liz would have been offended by that remark. She would not instigate the situations, and she genuinly liked the guys who had her. She always spoke to them at least for a couple of nights in town, so she could say that they were not one night stands. So to her, she just went with the flow,. Faye stood by quietly, analysing every bit of data that returned, looking for very specific readings in that dense volume of information.“No Terran life so far...” she murmured, brow furrowing with concentration.Suddenly the engines at the rear of the drone carrier roared with an orange flame and the ochre capital ship began to pivot in their direction.“Shields up!” Calara ordered, her hand moving in a blur over her Tactical Console as she brought all the guns online.Faye blinked and the. I figured that the first thing to do after the rain let up was to pick up all of the rest of Lopez's stash and deposit it in the same place. Then I would start looking for other kidnappers.Jean insisted that she wanted to come with me while I hunted kidnappers. She rather unnecessarily pointed out that she hated them more than I did because of what had happened to her. I did not argue with her. Instead, I pointed out that the life of a manhunter was not easy, and she did not know how to shoot..