Kate hoped who ever it was would go away but the caller was persisting.Kate rose and put on a long tshirt and grabbed a pair of shorts and dashed down...stairs.On the doorstep was a young man, about 20 and looking a bit dishevelled.Kate stared blankly at him "Can I help you" she asked..anxious to return to her pleasure. "Its Paul Mrs Smith,, Peter's mate ,,I emailed him if I could stay over for a day ..I am just back from New York on the overnight" Oh said Kate", Peter was her eldest. She vaguely. "When you are on the butt end of the social scale, there are only twoways to escape: through sports or through music. I was always too weakand too meek to be good in sports, but I did have a good musical senseand a good voice. By the time I was 15, I was earning some money for thefamily by singing and playing country music in roadhouses and bars, andsometimes even on street corners. I was lucky. A talent scout happened tobe in the audience during one of my better appearances, and he packed. "Of course I would. It's a special occasion. But, Cully, you mustn't tell anybody, especially Tommy. Only you and I would know, forever. Promise?" Sure, I promise. Would you like a cup too." I knew she wouldn't, but, what-the-heck."No, Cully, this is just for you, this one special time. You boil the water, steep the tampon, dress your cup and that's it. Right?" Absolutely." In the end it wasn't a big deal. I did, I considered what I'd lost, the marker I'd gained as Girl bathed and dressed for. That wasn't the Alice she knew. Maybe Alice was being recalibrated or something.A figure rippled in the air and appeared sitting astride Francine. Her red hair was braided, her green eyes sparkled, her red lips glistened. A low throaty chuckle filled Francine's comms."Alice, the sneaky bitch had gotten herself on board the fighter, but why?" The thought flashed into Francine's mind.The onboard gravity systems started to press down on Francine, something was sitting very heavily on her crotch..