" Kathleen said. "God," thought Kathleenas she watched him walk towards the stairs, "He already looks like a girl."Shawn stopped at the door to his ro...m and tried the knob. It would not open. He looked at his mother quizzically."That's not your room anymore Shawn. I have moved you into the larger guestroom. You will be needing the larger space now. Especially the walk in closet."As Shawn walked into the room he came to an abrupt stop. He looked around at the feminine appointments. The windows. Beyond that they have lost the anchor in their lives. From the way I felt when Katy disappeared I can only begin to imagine how much worse it would be for the others in my family to have Marissa and I to die. I've written her a letter detailing my concerns. I'm not sure who I would will my concubines to (beyond Marissa) in the case of my death. I have been very remiss in making friends among the community where I've been stationed. I've considered you and would nominate you as third in line. She was crying softly, while the rest of her body attempted to thrash in its restraints in order to avoid the blows. She let out a short shriek of pain after every blow, desperately wishing there was something she could say, something she could do to make the pain stop. But she knew there wasn’t.Smack.The last blow was the worst of all, although in absolute terms that didn’t mean much. They were all painful. Violet’s body was still tense waiting for the next blow when she felt two agents. ."Alma assumed an oddly cautious expression and said, "As well as can be expected, I guess. Davey is absolutely traumatized -- all this nudity. Really, do you think a young man his age ought to be exposed to nudity in his own mother?" Alma addressed me seated at a table, one arm strategically placed to obscure her nipples. Poor thing -- I could only agree..."It IS a bit rude," I agreed. "Look, Mrs. Langston, I'll get to the point -- has anyone offered to sponsor you and David?" Offers are a bit.