Stepping closer to her, I grasped her head in my arm, used my free hand to grip one of her eyelids, and snapped a clothespin on the lid! Bright sparks...of pain danced through the skin as the wood bit the sensitive flesh! But before she could react, I snapped the other pin on the tender stretch of skin which separated her nostrils. More pinching, biting pain danced through her nerves. But she clenched her teeth, determined not to let me see how it hurt and promising herself that she would NOT. He was there, asking what the question was. He did not fail her. His response got others responding, and she was smiling, learning, aching in pain. His thoughts and others brought more questions to her brain. she was soaking up the knowledge that she always craved. The conversation whittled down, but she was still thinking. she still needed answers. she waited and waited, thinking deep thoughts and finally, she asked in the room for a moment of His time. she waited, holding her breath,. "Now that we've got that out of our systems," she said pleasantly, "Could we resume our discussion in a more civil modality, please?" As I continued to stare, completely thrown by the mismatch between the words - so very Andrew - and the person before me, she added "Sorry about the slap. It wasn't exactly unprovoked." She glanced down at her dress again. "Would you like a wet towel or something for that cheek? Cold compress does help." She grinned ruefully. "I should know!..." "Thanks.. My Mother looked a bit annoyed. "I see you're showing off those legsagain. Bound and determined to give those girls you go to school with ashow."I looked down at my sexy new legs and took a deep breath. "I...I justlike to dress nice Mom." I managed to mutter. Did she say "give thegirls a show?!?!?"; what on Earth was going on here? How could everyonestill be treating me like a boy with this...this body!?!?!? I wonderedto myself."Back when I went to school the girls were the ones who worried.