I was anaughty boy."I looked at uncomprehendingly and Nancy recognised my confusion. Shesmiled as she leant closer."Not all the boys who go to Miss Ja...net's are willing to go. I wasn't atfirst. I was sent there as punishment for being naughty." Oh. What did you do?" Well that's immaterial now. What matters is that I'm a fully blownsissy now. That's why I'm training to be a hairdresser." But if you're a boy you could be an engine driver or an airline pilot."I observed."Oh, it's not like that once. . cousins, grandparents ... slowly the Martin and Robinson clan gathered for dinner. Thankfully our landlord, the archdiocese, allowed our guests to park across the street at the Holy Child Academy parking lot. Jim, Marilyn, Nikki and Adrian were celebrating the holidays in Lewistown this year with Jim's parents.The meal turned out fine, in spite of Grammy Robinson's misgivings. "The meal didn't turn out too bad," she admitted. She gave me a wink. "The mashed potatoes were a little lumpy,. "This is boring. Can I help you find something so we can get out of herefaster?" I asked, using a slightly whiny tone.For a change, I was pretty impressed with how well my fib sounded, not atall like my usual ones were I would nervously stutter with a forcedexpression. Perhaps my lies weren't so bad when I weren't so caught offguard with them.Although I could tell that they were a bit surprised at my willingness tohelp them, I was confident that they actually believed that I was bored,rather. The landing field was just a large Duro-crete field in the middle of park-like surroundings.I counted eleven D12 shuttles, three D30ties as well as a larger Leyland Transport. Indeed there was little room.Shaka set us down at the outer edge, all our landing gear still on the Duro-Crete and with less than maybe twenty centimeters to spare between the Destroyer and the hull of the Leyland transport.He made an elegant move with his hand, pushing engine controls to zero and said “Landing maneuver.