We talked of weather and shortages, and I eventually asked her opinion of the conflict.“I’m not allowed to have one,” she said calmly, her heavy...lashed eyes on my face. “Why do you ask?”“Mr. B--, your guardian, is well known for his, shall we say, his outright support of the King and the King’s minions. Isn’t he proud of his part in the Hale affair?”“Ah,” she said with a tiny smile, “minions is an odd word to pick. It suggests you may be a rebel. Is that so?”“If I had to choose, yes, I would. "As I waited for the elevator to take me downstairs, I could feel my pussy leaking, dampening my thighs. Actually, it wasn't leaking, it was pouring, just like outside in the parking lot. I imagined myself as a tourist attraction, Jackye Falls, straddling the border between two countries, where folks came from all over to watch the water gushing from the meeting place of two legs. I rarely wore underwear any more; in my mind I still enjoyed the idea of being a whore. Way back when, I would show. " She playfully shook his head. "It’ll right itself out."He leaned his forehead against hers and sighed. "I certainly hope so."(BREAK)"Find anything interesting yet?" Luna asked as she pushed the files to the end of the bed and got to her feet, stretching away the stiffness caused from sitting too long."A few odd things here and there. But I’m just now getting into the nineteenth century." Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, shoving his files away as well. "I had foolishly thought. I didn't even know how old he was. Twenty-six?"So how old is he?" Bevvie asked."Twenty-five," I said."Big deal," Bevvie said. "My father is ten years older than my mother."Hhm."And your dad is what, eight years older than your mother?" That's different," I said. "It's different when they're like forty or fifty, like our parents." But didn't your mom get married at eighteen?" Huh." So invite him to the lake." No," I said.She rolled her eyes around, and she rolled her whole head with it. "Why.