Go. He smiled, somewhat relieved, and gave me a quick hug before running out to join his friends. I stood watching for a moment, again feeling left ou...t but knowing it was better this way. The boys were all climbing onto a wooden dock in the middle of the lake and jumping off (or pushing each other off) into the water. They dunked and splashed each other while their laughs echoed off the water and nearby trees. I was just about to sit when hands clasped down on my shoulders. They were warm and. The shock of the touch brought her round but in a pleasant manner. For a second she was taken back to the fear of yesterday but she realised it was her this time, which mixed her adrenaline and passion together to send her heart into overtime. She was aroused now, in a way too deep to ignore but too shocking to acknowledge, and so she made conversation with the girl in a spirit of delighted self-denial. “I could not help noticing you are reading law. That must be complex” Susan said it with the. Well, she'd made her decision. Had I made any real attempt at resisting her, and refusing to countenance the transformation, she might even then have relented. But all that had happened was that I'd gone meekly along with it and, despite my mild and half hearted protestations, the evidence of my body's reaction to being wrapped in 'soft, girlie fabrics' was sufficient to indicate that, secretly, I was loving every minute of it.Underneath I seethed as Bernice's explanations continued but,. .. My quilt? MY QUILT! My handmade quilt was nailed to the wall to cover my bedroom window!"Alex! What did you do? That quilt was over a hundred years old and you nailed it to my wall!"Alex gave me a so-what shoulder shrug. "What's the big deal? I'm over a hundred years old and you don't see me crying that you nailed me." Alex shook her repaired arm. "Damn thing tingles. Must be some nerve damage." That quilt was worth a lot of money to collectors. All of my quilts are..." Oh, shit! "Alex, my.