Conner was sitting alone in his office at his desk going over some case. He would occasionally look up to see the photo of his wife, son, and stepdaug...ter. The picture was of her when she was fourteen. Conner picked up the frame and lost himself in that moment.It was just then that Chris came walking into his office. He held in his hand a couple of coffees. Conner looked up and Chris handed one of the coffees to him. He gladly accepted.“What’s up?” Chris asked. He came around Connor’s desk and. So every day at school she just drifted through the crowd of kids like some aloof goddess, and when we got home at the end of the day each of us was the best friend the other had.One of my earliest sexual memories was when I was twelve. Angela gave me a three-by-five of her high school portrait. She was fifteen, tall and green-eyed, with creamy skin and cherry lips. The picture had her body turned at a slight angle to the camera, her hair billowing down around her shoulders like the surf at. Very soon I had a bursting wardrobe withclothes and shoes for every occasion imaginable, casual, smart, formalyou name it I had it.Elsewhere my Mother's relationship with Robert was blossoming and theywere now very much an item. Robert had never know me as anything else asNikki and as far as I was aware my Mother had never told him that I wasreally a boy undergoing a sex change, so he treated me very much as hisgirlfriends daughter taking me to the pictures asking if I missed Eddietaking me and. I guess I loved him, in a way I never loved anyone else, but I never had the chance say anything to him about that. It seems such a long time ago, and yet, it wasn’t.”There was a moment of silence, before Ilmatarkt slightly changed the subject.“So, since you were there and bore witness, it’s true, the rumors, that the Cult of the Ancients disbanded?”She saw no harm in giving the doctor a detailed account of the Cult’s final ceremony and the sealing of the caves. She was reluctant to tell.