Its kinda interesting, this littlepatch of land has been fought over and conquered by just about everyempire in history. Egypt, Assyria, Babylon, the ...Greeks, the Romans, youname it. But its not all good news, at least for me. There is stuff about notwearing girl clothes, and I don't know what to make of that. I guess Ineed to really pray to get rid of this desire, once and for all.******I figured I would write down the prayer I've been making. It goessomething like this:Dear God, I'm pretty. “You get in a pose and try not to move, talk, or be annoying while I’m drawing,” the last part I added just for fun but she didn’t approve of it judging by the scowl on her face, “Guess we can start with that pose.”“No,” she refused and laid down on her side, supporting her head with her hand and gazing towards me, “I want to do this one.“Whatever,” my will was all but defeated right now as I grabbed her chair and took a seat. With my hand now zooming around the paper, I started to calm down. The two advisers fell silent when they saw their boss’s figure examining the file. They know him well and know that one more word could be dangerous. According to the report, a man named Gary, a married man with two children, is Rebecca’s lover. He is a lecturer in journalism where the girl is studying. He’s been stalking the legendary MM for some time now. MM is an obscure figure behind an economic empire that everyone knows to be rather shady. Using professional detection techniques, Gary. “Well, I'll leave you alone. Welcome home Jackson,” she said, turning for the door. “Hey,” I said, turning her back toward me. “Thanks and, you really do look great.” She giggled and turned quickly but, not before I saw the blush in her cheeks. I watched her walk out, closing the door behind her. A second later, I heard her close her bedroom door. I began chastising myself immediately. I told myself I had to stop. That she was my stepsister. I told myself everything I could think.