"Come on, Eric, I've told you all I know. If you want to know more, ask Skip yourself." Fat chance he'd even talk to a lowly scrub like me," he compla...ned. "Why you, Porter? Are you the anointed successor?" Oh, give it a rest, would ya? I don't know, I don't care. I just want to play the game, you know?" Maybe he don't like black soccer players. Maybe he's got a thing for your skinny ass. Maybe he's just setting you up for some elaborate joke. Maybe..." Maybe you could just shut up about it,. The noise my chattering teeth made while drying off brought a sailor to investigate. I had wondered if I could do this without killing too many extra people. Apparently not.He got too close and started to raise an alarm, so I got to cut his throat. At least his clothes were dry, which gave me something to finish drying myself off with. Now to be about my business.I was in the forward hold. An assortment of boxes, barrels, and crate were stacked high here, supplies for a long sea voyage. A small. .." I still didn't know what to say. I was completely surprised at thehorror that I felt at the suggestion of going back to being Brett. It wasless than a week ago that I was struggling with this decision. Now itseemed so certain that the implication I might be going the other way wasa horrible thought."It's okay," I was finally able to tell her. "I just...the thought upsetme more than I thought it would." I understand," she said. "And I truly am sorry. How long have you beentransitioning?"I. "Ahhhh studying," Stacy grinned, making sure to give Pam a wink. "And howwas that studying?" Hey babe, hurry!" a voice boomed into the hallway. "You don't want tolose again do you?"Lacey and Stacy started laughing as Pam rushed past the pair into theadjacent bathroom. "Have fun Pam!" they said in unison as Pam hurriedlyshut the bathroom door.The pair of young girls made their way downstairs and out of the houseinto the bright sunny Saturday morning."A perfect day for some fun!" Lacey said.