"Crowded?" Debbie said. "No, I don't think so. Do you think so Pamela?" No, not at all. Why do you think it's crowded Gerald?" We're sort of touching ...each other a little, aren't we?" But we're all girls, Gerald. Girls often are affectionate with eachother. It's just the way we are. We're not like men who often don't liketo touch each other. Since you're a girl now, Gerald, you're free torelax and let yourself be one of us. Be affectionate with us. Girls loveto hug each other. It's what we do. I have borrowed some material from previously written items. I loved ?Duty, Honor, Country?, By Brandy Dewinter. Parts of this story were inspired by Brandy's story. Some of the names are the same, but that is about it.One more thing, This material is offered for free distribution. It is not allowed on a pay site. It is to be kept free. IF anyone sees this material on a pay site, please notify me. As long as it is offered for FREE, anyone can use or distribute it. But, if you want to. I squeezed through the gap in the cyclone fence to hike up through the blackberry trail. It was getting dark so I had to be extra careful winding my way around new growth, the long sucker growth of long blackberry thorns on vines reaching out for new places to root. Those blackberries imported from the Himalayas were vicious and they got me in a few spots leaving a tiny nick ready to itch.When I arrived at the nunnery I went in through the basement door just as I would if servicing the furnace.. She wasn’t prepared for the commotion when they came in. Since they were the last to arrive, the main hall was filled to capacity, and hundreds of cheerful voices greeted their entrance. Most of the town broke into spontaneous applause at the sight of Cassie, and she was paralyzed by a blush. The room was all red carpets, wood paneling, and hunting trophies on the walls. The glass eyes of the taxidermy animals seemed to be staring at her too.Everywhere she looked were familiar faces made.