Something was tickling his face. He rubbed at it and then heard a giggle. Heather was up to something. "What the heck are you doing?" He opened his ey...es and saw his sister letting little bits of whatever fall from her hand and land on his face. "Get that out of my face. What is that stuff?" he grumped."It's Mom's pubic hair." What?" Danny was now fully awake. "Are you shittin' me?"In answer Heather held up a plastic sandwich bag with small dark hair clippings at the bottom. "Don't waste it," he. For women who have had a hard time in prison, the wrongly accused, the persecuted ... victims..."I tried not to babble with excitement, to give her a chance to hear me and understand, but it was very difficult. I heard myself speaking, outlining my raw plans, and watched in an oddly detached way as darling Lady H's face assumed an expression of astonishment, followed by interest, and finally amusement as I rattled on determinedly, as if to stop might jeopardise my chances." ... and of course I. " You want me to depend on you and I won't do that." I think you want to though. You want to be a true woman and thatfrightens you. Just admit that you want to be a woman." No." If you admitted that you want to be with me...that you wanted to be awoman, would you stand by it?" If I admitted it, yes, but I don't want to so I never will." Let's change you again." What? We haven't the money for another box." It's not that kind of change. It's just an alteration on who you arenow. You'll still be. Armand could do nothing but turn his headin frustration and resignation.The wall-shadows danced as Lila took the lantern and started to leavethe small cell, the sort of accommodation usually reserved for girlsrequiring medical treatment or isolation from the other paga slaves forsome reason. It was, of course, well equipped with rings set in thewalls and the floor to ensure that any girl sequestered there would notleave on her own accord. Indeed most slave accommodations were soequipped as it.