What little respect she'd ever had for him evaporated the instant she'd learned of his sordid little secret. She headed up the stairs and strode along... the corridor to the girl's room. Turning around to ensure that she wasn't observed, she slipped the key into the lock and pushed open the door.The floor was dotted with toys and stuffed animals and the bed draped with a pretty floral duvet. In its centre, playing with two plastic dolls, sat a small teenage girl with dark hair and striking blue. But there was something different about them. Ittook me a few seconds to realize that they were alter to show me as beingraised as a girl. It seemed to me that my dear father was trying toeliminate all traces of Michael from existence.I dread tomorrow when my first lessons on feminine behavior and deportmentstart. I had a small idea of what my father had in store for me andreally did not want to be subjected to his exaggerated view of femininebehavior. I really was starting to dread my. A trauma surgeon. My grandpa is a trauma surgeon, too.”“And my father and grandfather are barristers,” Marilyn replied. “My mother is a school teacher. Do you know what you want to be?”“I want to go to the Naval Academy. My other grandpa and a bunch of my dad’s friends are in the Navy. Well, grandpa was in World War II.”“Are you sure? You’re very young to have a grandpa who was in World War II. My grandpa was.”“Grandpa A didn’t get married until he was forty-four.”“Oh, wow! That’s old to get. Sharifa sat on his lap, somewhat shocking Nicola, and kissed him thoroughly.“Tell me,” she demanded, “Or you’ll never see me naked again.”“Sharifa!” Nicola exclaimed.“Tell me,” the tease repeated, “Tell me and I’ll get Nicola to strip for you as well.”“I’ll do no such thing,” said her indignant friend.“It’s OK. He much prefers watching me walk about naked; fucking me is only to persuade me to get my kit off.”Professor Jones finally gave in and confirmed that both girls had First Class Honours.