“Vittoria Mancini has a nice ring to it, no doubt of that. But you’re sure that you’re fine with marriage to a lecherous American?” I teased h...er a bit now.“Si, mio amore! You’re no more lecherous than Italian men, trust me, and if I can handle that with them, I can with you as well. There’s nothing wrong with lechery, as long as you’re honest and don’t neglect any of your lovers, of course,” Vittoria asserted rather convincingly.“Least of all you, that is,” I winked at my new Italian lover, who. One old man suddenly becoming young and healthy was a miracle, and causefor examination and dissection. A whole hospital healed on the otherhand... That was something else. Not quite a statistic. But no longer anisolated miracle.And the same applied to me. One boy turning into a girl was impossible.But one boy turning into a girl in a town suddenly full of impossiblethings? That was something else.I knew where the Kaiser was, about two miles past the school on the edgeof town, a large grey four. I wore those sexy hot pink pumps (for you shoe experts they are MaryJanes with a 5 inch heel) and a sweater dress to the store. Now when I say sweater dress, it is actually a super super low cut open knit sweater that I wear BACKWARDS as a dress. The back is cut to show my entire shoulders and back and goes so low that the top of my butt crack is showing. To keep the dress on I have to hold my shoulders way back, which in turn makes the back hang loose on my back, which makes it possible for. Cowering against the wall by my dresser, I watch as a smaller stalactite falls too quickly for the dodging demon to notice. It is only when the shard as large as the pins which originally held me captive fixes his foot into the red earth that he pays any attention to it. His scream of pain is deafening, even louder than the din created by the falling rocks. The sound of it yanks me away from my fear as I realise that he can do me no harm, trapped as he now is. The rumbling and shaking slows and.