“Glenn and I had a long talk on the drive here. He said something that made it clear to me. He said it’s not what’s between your legs that matte...s — it’s what’s between your ears.”Carla looked up at Glenn. “You said that?”“I did.”“Good one, cousin. I’m going to remember that one.” She turned to Jackie. “What brought on this identity crisis ... now that it’s resolved.”“Some bullying,” Glenn replied.“What did they do to you, Jackie?”“One of them put his hand up my dress to prove I’m not a girl by. Brushing there budding breast with my hands. But the thing I loved most was watching my aunt when she wasn't looking her perfect sagging tits were always on displayin her suits that never seemed to fit quite right .her and my uncle were fighting about something she kept calling him a perv.My aunt was in a fowl mood when she caught me staring at her tits usually she would just blush and ignore me but this time she made a big scene embarrassing me in front of everyone was so hurt and angry with. “What a Christmas? This Christmas is the worst ever, nothing to do, nowhere to go, even no one to fuck”, she thought and a smile crossed her face on the last phrase.Her phone rang she picked up the phone and answered, “Hello”.“Joanna, Julian here”, a voice chirped on the other side.Joanna and Julian were childhood buddies. Julian and her husband, George always took good care of Joanna when Mark was away on his oh-so-important business trips. They were the nicest couple and always fun to be. You are now waiting in your cell, with just as food to survive, for the inquisitors who will test you and seal your fate.You hear the lock of the cell and the door opens. Someone in a red cloak enters with a burning torch on his hand, his face hidden in the shadow of the hood. “Meet the inquisitor” said the jailer before closing the door. You know their reputation for pyre building and stare at the man with fear. Even if you know that you are innocent of the murder, the trial and the look of.