" Yes, but I'm a big girl," I teased. "I'm also Linda Anderson because I choose to be." Faggot!" he spatted out. "You call me a "Faggot", yet you're t...he one who was having sex with my brother," I pointed out with a smile."He was a girl at the time!" Tracy responded angrily"Was he, sweetie?" I countered. "You're a girl, aren't you? Yet somehow you insist that your not, just like Steve did when he was Jennifer. So I fail to see the difference."My logic infuriated the ex-god, and I chucked. He watched Farida walk inside ahead of him, still animated about some piece of work he’d set. Following her into the lounge, he knew exactly what he wanted Farida to do that afternoon. ~~~~~~~~ Anderson lay on the top of his duvet completely naked, stroking his cock and waiting for Farida. Farida was in the bathroom, naked under her jilbab and with her hijab still wrapped around her head. But she didn’t hide her face with her niqab. She could understand Anderson being fascinated by seeing. “So you finally got yourself a girlfriend, eh?”Girlfriend. What a beautiful word that was, really. He felt like he would burst with pride.“What is her surname, son?”“I ... I don’t know, actually.”His father frowned. “And what village did you say she was from?”“I didn’t ask that. She did mention Mullaitivu District.”His father’s lip curled, but he said nothing further.Dinner was a surreal experience for Tony. Manjula, relieved to finally have someone to speak Tamil with, was enthusiastically. She kissed me again and produced a washcloth. Ever prepared.I had to show up at school early Monday morning, so my run with Nanette and Livy was truncated. Beca rode with me to school and I went directly to Mr. Gieseke’s office with the form he’d emailed me over the weekend. He’d sent me a listing of classes available during the period I wouldn’t be taking Calculus. I really wanted in the Constitutional Government class but I wasn’t willing to fight for it and get a reputation for being even.