So let's both now go to Lord Johnston to verify my identity so that Imight proceed with his requirement task." The guard had come to attention at thi...s long intercourse that I started.But I was very mad (and hungry) and didn't notice him do so."Well messenger, what is the problem?" a young girl behind me asked.I turned around and saw the same girl again. She looked about my sizestanding in front of me in a beautiful purple dress. There were threeolder Ladies in waiting following behind her. . Very closely, so I could smell her body, and brush against her pubichair with my face. I stared at her hard nipples which were stickingout very stiff. I hadn't seen that happen before with mom. The curly hair on her body matched that on her head , which wasinteresting and different from mom's. Unlike the younger girls, herpussy lips were concealed by hair, but they were fuller. She lay backon the bed and spread her legs , giving me a closer look at herpussy, to see the details. She told me. ..And never found another publisherfor it, or subsequent books.I'm sharing this because the break-up with my publisher happened aroundthe same time as the break-up with my girlfriend. It really sucked. Sowhen a girl started to flirt with me regularly during lectures and wehooked up, I decided crazily that I would tell her about my cross-dressing. I was at a real low point. On and off through my formativeyears I'd considered suicide and it was only the fact that my brothertried to kill himself,. . a kind of sound, a noise. We can't hear that sound, but we have a machine, a thing that can. It's the same machine that was the weapon we used against your minds yesterday."The natives said nothing."That machine can find where each sound comes from. Your mothers make a different sound than you and Akakha do. So as long as you think together, we'll know always where your mothers are."There was still no response."If you think I'm lying, I can prove it. In the night you can move one mother. Do.