"Do you have any idea what it's like to be me?"Kenshin blinked and glanced at the young swordsman trainee, who justshrugged."This one can't say he doe...s..." he said slowly."To be the master of a kenjutsu dojo?" she snapped, turning back tothem. "To have such a huge responsibility, and yet to constantly belooked down upon just because you're a woman!?"The former manslayer rolled his eyes thoughtfully. He knew about theprejudices towards woman in the current era, particularly regardingowning any. The flesh of her hips dug hard into her blue jeans and Trisha grunted in pain. Fabric strained and stretched as the woman's hips flared. It hurt but she was almost done eating and refused to do anything about her clothing. The skin of her nearly flat ass strained and stretched as muscles furiously developed, readying her body for the powerful leg muscles she'd soon develop. Trisha's modified cells were telling her body that she was built for running and it was forcing those changes on her along. I’m almost five seven so when her footsteps carry her toward the empty lab stool beside me, I’m nearly taller than her while sitting down. ‘Hi,’ she says. Soft-spoken but not shy, she meets my eyes without hesitation. ‘Is this seat taken?’ It’s not, working with others isn’t my strong suit and I’ve made it through the semester without a lab partner which suits me fine. This class is over in a couple of weeks though, so I think I can rough it. ‘Take it,’ I tell her. The words come out rougher. In Devon. Don't let her Daddy." Well I can't really stop her selling it darling. It belongs to Mummy now, not me." She wants to buy Mrs Pritchard's share of the boutique Dad," offered Harry. "She wants to retire next year." She probably needs the money so she can buy the business, Georgie." But Daddy, it's our happy place. We have our holidays there, all together. Don't let her wreck that too!" The tears shone in her eyes.That hurt. After everything she had put the kids through this was another.