This was the European-style wing of a grand hotel that also had a Japanese-style wing. "This joint is quite a ways up from the hellhole we were hiding... out in. I take it you have access again to the millions you have stashed away from your robberies." Hundreds of millions," he giggled. "And its all thanks to you and that samurai with the sword that can cut through anything, Goemon Ishikawa! Those who kept me from getting my funds are now either in the hands of the ICPO or dead. This vacation is. .. You wanted this to happen!" I accused him."You have no right to talk to me like this." My father was now angry with me."You failed in your assigned duty to your family father, how else should I react?" I said also angry, angry with him, with me, with this sham of authority. "You purposely wrote down the spell incorrectly, knowing that I would study it and cast it at some time, it wasn't an accident was it?" I said to him knowing this was the truth. I turned to the council. "And you allowed. "I won't give him the satisfaction," she told herself.***"Rachel... Rachel."Rachel broke her kiss with Marco. "Did you hear that?" Yeah," Marco said with regret. "I think it was your sister." He sighed and ran his fingers gently through her hair. "I guess... I guess we'd better see what she wants."Rachel nodded, looking disappointed, and began to button the top of her dress. She looked around and saw a figure hurrying along a path about twenty feet away. "Jen... over here," she called waving. I looked at it, I fondled it, I rubbed it against my cheek, and I held the bra to my chest. The padding in the cups made it look like I had breasts. I took my tee shirt off and slipped the bra on. I sashayed in front of the mirror and knew I had to try on the bikini bottoms also. Fully dressed, I felt wonderful. (From that moment on I was hooked on women's clothes, I just didn't know it until much later.) I picked up a hairbrush and brushed my hair into a high ponytail like my sister.