"Cus I'm the one who got the forced sex change, that's why." She's got a point, Son," said Dad. "Laura, there's a book of paintcolours on the counter.... Why don't you and your Mother pick out a colourfor your room while Logan and I make us some breakfast." Okay Dad." I grabbed the paint samples and sat down next to Mom. Iimmediately flipped through to my favourite colour, Green. I pointed outa few that I liked. "Laura, you should pick out something a bit more ... feminine than a darkgreen." Mom,. There were times when she surprised herself! But the Professor, she noticed, was not amused. Just what did she have to do in order to make this cold fish smile?If she had known that the Professor had high hopes of selling his products for a huge sum to the FBI, CIA and other regiments in the Armies of Righteousness, she would have seen that her little joke might not have seemed too funny. The thought that some collection of neocon religious nuts might one day be using the machine to turn. . that's an unfriendly action." Evidently, you have ... excuse me," said ground.In the muffled background, there was just enough 'speech' getting through for April to translate to us."Ground is speaking to someone who was very impressed by the destruction of whatever they launched at us. There are several voices used to using power and command and they decided we're worth capturing ... and dissecting."The cabin speaker announced, "The queen would like to meet your delegation, use pad 9." We. I lay on my side, my head propped on my hand, and I look down at him. He comes closer, and I stretch my arm out towards him, welcoming him. He pushes his hand between my legs, and I grasp onto it. He rests his chin on my knee, and our eyes lock. Not a word is spoken, but we understand what’s not being said. He’ll lay his head down, and his free hand strokes across my knee. His fingers tighten on mine for a moment, and he lets go. Sitting back up, he moves away again, but as he goes, I see the.