She begins to think of another shower she took, not so long ago, when he had left her for yet another fishing trip. Geezus, she really needed to get t...his fishing shit out of her head. So she takes a deep breath and lets her head fall back, eyes closed, letting the water relax her. Her soapy hands begin to spread the scented suds over her skin and she lets out a nervous giggle thinking again about that day. It had been early evening when she had decided to take her shower. She didn't expect. There wasn't an inch of her body not covered in shinyblack, save for her fair face. Her shoulder length raven hair tumbleddown from an officer's cap and she held her hands behind her back; asturdy crop fixed in her grip. Her expressions rarely revealed it, butAbigail was having the time of her life.Evelyn, Headmistress of Personnel, felt like she was home again. She'dgrown up on a farm and now she was managing one that was way more funthan any cattle ranch or dairy could hope to be.A brown. Despite the playacting characteristic of the practice duel, both men went about the affair with deadly earnest. Unlike the more formalized training taught in a fencing class, this became a knock-down, dragged-out brawl. In one instance Uncle James punched the basket hilt of his saber into Ahkbar’s stomach, only to be followed by a hearty kick to his own. This was caught and turned, only to be followed by the falling Ahkbar throwing sawdust in Uncle James’ face. This back and forth went on for. Under this feminine façade, is, or rather was, a man at birth.” Vicky gasped and reddened. So that was why the picture looked identical – it was Ashley in her/his (what pronoun did she use?) male persona!“So, you’ve had the operation then?” asked Victoria, looking Ashley in the eye. “What operation would that be Mrs Masterson?” queried Ashley. “You know; sex change or, what do they call it now? Gender re-assignment?” “Why on earth would I do that?” enquired Ashley. “Next important skill; don’t.