*brrrrp* Did she just...fart? No, it must’ve been the car. I tried to think of something to say.“Hey, have you seen any good...” I started. “S...op talking and soak in the atmosphere.”Huh. Well, I guess that takes care of that problem. No more trying to come up with conversation to fill the silence. Then I heard it again. *brrrrrrrrrrrrrp* *hissssssss* This time it was obviously not the car. She had let two huge farts rip, and with the windows rolled down there was no escape. I don’t know why,. No rules had been voiced or how the game would end, we all just picked up the dealt cards and played."I win," shouted Katy."I lose," mumbled Lisa."Shoes don't count," pointed Kathy, who was effectively running the game.Lisa just shrugged her shoulders and slipped off her skirt.A word about each player at this point. Lisa was my idea of heaven on two legs, the youngest there at just seventeen, a bit overweight but not fat. Large breasts and hips, with great shapely legs, too. My sister Kathy was. He looked up at me, “Can you do frump?”I hid my smile. Tough New Yorker worried about my safety.“Yes. Very well.” My Mildred Hawkins get-up was still in Matt’s garage. Gray-streaked wig, fake dugs, compression stockings. Old woman’s clothes. I wouldn’t need the tattoos. I could do the wrinkles myself. The slump, the slight limp.“You sure?”“Very.”Callahan called me while I was back in DC. Packing up Mildred Hawkins.“I can go in hard or soft.”Jackson Greene.“Which do you recommend?”“I’d start. .In the morning the young girl arrived with her food and drink, but things were subtly different. Instead of just coming in, she called from outside and waited for Ankneela’s response before entering. She still smiled to see Ankneela, but she also bowed before setting the food on the floor. Then she sat with her eyes respectfully downcast as Ankneela ate.When Ankneela had finished, the girl fetched her feather cloak from its stand, wrapped her in it, and secured it with the pin. Then they.