We're just her height." We are, aren't we," Kent said in the middle of soaping up his face with the cloth. "Is that another reason you picked me?" Yep.... You and I have a lot in common. I haven't told her this yet, but I'm hoping you'll be able to take my place on the Tuesdays and Thursdays she calls since I have this night class. We usually start around seven, but that's when my class starts." But you said they only do it on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays." It's not Suzi's fault my schedule. "You don't deserve it. You don't need it."Maybe I need it more than you think, Laura thought.She started looking at Yvette's legs when Yvette was walking the other way. They were long and perfectly shaped, what she could see of them. Beautiful, tapered, shapely, dark, glossy calves. Laura imagined kissing them, running her fingers along them. Oh god, I can't start thinking that way about her! she thought. I can't let myself!What stopped her was a picture of Brandi, in the newspaper. Another. Once at the docks just past the Lily Lake, the river deepened enough to allow shipping to continue for several hundred miles further east, nearly to the very borders of Duchy of Everdun.This journey upriver, against the usually slow and placid current of the deep and wide Emerald River, was well aided by the strong winds that normally blew from either the northwest or southeast, depending upon the season. Small relatively shallow bottom merchant ships cleverly rigged by sail could normally tack. "I'm Rob. Is dad home?"She replied immediately, "Oh shit." The voice was familiar. Her magazine snapped shut and she bolted upright. Then she slowly turned to face me. No wonder I had recognized the voice. It was my father in drag. Not that he was easily recognizable. In fact, he came across as a fashionable, middle-aged woman who used her clothes, makeup, and accessories to her best advantage. From a distance or with subdued lighting, he could easily pass. Up close or under strong.