"Okay, Isuppose." She tilted her head. "So are you going to ask me so I cantry to go to bed?"If anything, Ranma seemed to shrink even further in on ...erself, hidingher face in her hands. She whispered something, much too low to beheard."I couldn't hear you, Ranma."There was a pause. Ranma screwed her eyes shut. "C-could... could youteach me how to be a girl?"Akane stared, and went on staring for about three minutes. Too long:Ranma turned away and made for the window. Akane reached out. With my "sluttiest" make up on.. lips with the brightest red lipstick, outlined to perfection. The sluttiest eyelashes on, with bedroom eye shadow on.As he enters the door, we do a quick embrace. I don't want to come off too easy yet.. but, I allow plenty of time during the embrace, for him to indulge in my fragrance.. my scent..the scent that fills his nostrils and sets his hormones raging.As I lead him into the dining area, and offer him a glass of wine, I walk ahead of him; displaying my. .. well, I don’t really have to spell those out, do I?” He shook his head; it was clear for many reasons that their bedroom and bathroom were off-limits. “Not the dining room, because it’s unhygienic, and none of the major indoor common areas, either. Probably not the kitchen, though if you have an especially creative proposal I’m willing to listen. Aside from that, though, the rest of the property’s fair game: the pool, the jacuzzi — definitely the jacuzzi — the outdoor shower, the gym,. The farmer looked at the load with satisfaction and announced that they would cross the river the next morning.The day’s work done and a meal in their stomachs, the farmer turned to Steven for the story of his hat. Now Steven was an honest man, but having heard the wonderful story about the obstructive bridge made him feel as though the story of making his hat was small by comparison. It needed to be much more important to be a good story. So, Steven cleared his throat and began in his best.