" She toyed with telling him what she was wearing, how she was feeling, putting the pressure on ... then imagined him zonked in front of a Paris Hilto... marathon while she dolled herself up for him, and right then and there decided he wasn't worthy. "Good night, Colin." Hey, we'll get together tomorrow or something, okay?" Or something. 'Night." Jerk."Night, kiddo."She threw the cell phone across the room and bit back tears. No, she insisted. No more crying. Not over the likes of him. I've had. "This is your nail polish," says mummy. "Your hands and toes must bepainted at all times. You like to wear nail polish."I smile as she carefully paints my nails a bright red. She then paintshers the same colour. Mummy then takes my little hands and spreads themout on her bare knees. She proceeds to paint them the same colour anddoes the same to her own."We have to let them dry," she tells me. "Look how good they look. Tellme Emily are you a girl or a boy?" I am a girl mummy," I answer. Weakly, she protested: "But I make the mistakes, when they happen. Kylewouldn't - I mean, this Yvette, can't be responsible." Why not? He loves you, so you tell me. He wants to help you, he's toldyou many times. He's said himself that he thinks he can become aconvincing female." A pause. "So let's find out how good." But you only like punishing women," Yvonne blushed. She wasn't supposedto call it punishing. It was Corrective Development. Her contract saidshe could be awarded up to three. Strangely, she had little recollection and even less affinity for their more substantial home in the town. ‘I love the beach,’ she said. Wendy said they did too and spent almost every weekend there. ‘I’m so happy to have you here. I must tell my brother Sebastian to visit us. You might really like him.’ Oh yeah, Greer thought. She’d heard that optimistic claim a number of times. Females seemed almost desperate not to allow a previously married woman remain unmarried. * * * With darkness only.