We whispered we'd meet her in the lobby. She noticed the roll of drawing paper in the backpack I lent to the little whore. Mom wanted to see. The litt...e whore unrolled them. The thick lines and violent shadings depicted herself, her mom, the pimps and scenes from her hellish life. Brutal but well wrought, the quality kept the eye inside the terror discovering unexpected beauty. Though untrained, a life of refuge in drawing in a city full of art fed her skill and her talent grew. Mother hugged. It was like a song that gets in your head and you can't get it out. He brought his fingers to his face and inhaled. He could only imagine her scent as his senses filled with Jasmine. He leaned out and craned his head toward the window on the left. Hers. Behind him was the door between their rooms. He knew it wouldn't be locked.He closed his eyes to watch himself walk into her room and find her naked on crisp, white sheets. He knew the softness of her round thighs and the weight of her quivering. Emma watched on as Liz helped Michael out of his boy clothes and intothe girl ones. Soon, Michael stood before them looking nothing like aboy."Just need to give her hair a tidy up," said Liz, taking Emma'shairbrush from her table. "There we go. One little princess, withoutshoes."Emma went over to Michael and hugged him. Unlike the incident onChristmas Day, Michael was all smiles in the dress. To help completethe look, Liz had found an hair band and put it on his head."Thanks mommy," he said. "I. I’ve got a round trip ticket but I’ll be flying back on a different ticket, under a different name. That’s risky.Technically, there’s nothing illegal about wearing a disguise or costume on an airplane—at least mostly. People change their appearance all the time. I can put on a different wig, gain weight, grow up (or maybe not), and even grow or shave facial hair. I can wear different makeup, change the color of my eyes with contacts, or even fake a limp.What I can’t do legally is travel with.