The cloth had been plastered to her face and she was out in seconds.It was so easy to drive at night with a girl slumped in the front seat of your car... People thought she was drunk or tired and had fallen asleep. He had gotten home easily enough, carried her down the steps and into his lab and now she was his.He watched her wake up, saw the confusion when she realized she couldn't move. It was always the same. The confusion and then the dawning horror that she was tied down. And then came the. In my email I told him about my recent diagnosis andthat I was taking an extended leave effective immediately.I closed and took the work laptop with me. I knew I'd be doing some veryodd Internet searches and I wanted none of that on my home computer. Iglanced at my muted reflection in the window and smiled. It felt soincredibly good to be who I always thought I should've been. My perfectsmile reflected back at me making me want to smile even larger. I was nowbeginning to believe this was all. ” “Okay, what about transferring both of you to another school, and the two of you acting like boyfriend and girlfriend the whole time you are at school then, and keep the fact that you both are brother and sister quiet from everyone else?”“That would make it easy then to say he is the one that got me pregnant then.”“But then how do we explain the last name being the same? Do we tell everyone that we are married or what?” I piped in.“When they enroll at the new school the staff will know that. ‘It would seem to be a matter of some urgency since the boy is waiting for an answer.’ ‘A telegram?’ he asked in surprise. ‘Who would send…?’ He wondered if it were from some angry father demanding the righting of some perceived wrong upon his daughter. God, he thought, it’s 1925! Things were different, now, the War had seen to that. If some wonderful young girl wants to bestow her favors upon him, who was he to complain? Making an effort to conceal his concern, he took the telegram and opened.