The third is obviously entering the room. Then in this one, she had sicked all over me and her. This one, I was still trying to get her filthy clothes... off. This one, I’d succeeded but she pulled me onto her; she was giggling. It was then I saw she was going to spew again and rushed her to the bathroom, and the next picture I’d got her clean and dry and was bringing her back to the bed. This final one, I was trying to get her under the duvet, and failing. By then she was spark out and a dead. ”Misty was feeling so good by now that she simply reverted to being herself.“I’ve worn hand-me-downs all my life,” she said, smiling. “I had to wear my brother’s clothes half the time.”“He said you’d eaten.” Mirriam handed the armful of clothes to Misty. “Did you get enough? Would you like a little snack?”“I’m fine,” said Misty.“Well, from what I hear you’ve just had a horrible day,” said Mirriam. “If you want to get some sleep I’ll drag my daughters out of here and leave you in peace.”There. And she can get you fitted for acorset." GREAT! NOW A STRANGER WILL BE CALLING ME A SISSY!"She shook her head and sighed, "Don't worry, NO one will ever know exceptfor me, Mom and the other girls. I will help you get though this."I looked at her surprised, could she actually care about me? I said,"Thanks Joan and I mean it. I didn't think you would be so nice."She laughed kindly, "Hey. Don't get me wrong. I do have this image, andit is me. But I am not cruel or anything. I said I don't agree. I snarled in anger.ZanyiaI yowled in delight as I darted among the soldiers. They scrambled around, clinking in the slow armor, their horses snorting and neighing. My katars punched and slashed. Blood spurted in crimson streaks. It filled the air with that coppery tang. I darted beneath a stallion. I slammed my weapon into its belly. It whinnied in pain, throwing its rider to the ground. He crashed in a clattering pile. I landed on him.He gurgled as my katar ripped from his throat.My ears.