Only five minutes before, I had wishedfor just such a miracle (if only I could look this way allthe time), but right now, faced with the possibility t...hat Imight be trapped in a female body...I was afraid.I wavered back and forth, trying to find a solution, andalternative, a way out of this insurmountable paradox.There was none. I was paralysed with fear, shaking on theverge of tears. Why had this happened to me? All I'd wantedwas a holiday from myself, a chance to act out a few of myidle. . you’re an artist,” was all she could think of as a reply. “Ah bullshit,” I laughed. “I write porn. It has nothing to do with art. It’s an outlet, and it’s fun, but it’s not art.” She seemed thoughtful and serious when she replied. “I think writing is an art,” she said quietly. “At least not less than any other art.”“Well, alright,” I said. “If you think of my writing as art, then it’s very, very dirty art.” I laughed. “So, I guess your ... characters, then, are ... unconventional women?” she. “I think you are right, Rick. Sasha’s mother Eva is a deacon here in my ministry. She often runs roughshod over others in my congregation enforcing her own viewpoints while ignoring anyone else’s.”“And, with Sasha specifically?” asked Rick.“Yes, I would have to agree. Eva is very domineering when it comes to her dealings with her daughter. I have tried to speak to Eva about this but I feel I have not been forceful enough myself since she has not made any changes in her own behaviour. Truth be. A red flash of light soon appeared on everybody’s screen jilting them awake from their daydreams. “Sir we have lost our probe.”“How? Is radiation the cause of its disappearance?” Al’Jafar moved his trained body on the edge of the seat.“Unknown! We’ve been tracking it but it just vanished approximately 400 GU inside. We’ve kept receiving its data for entire time while the probe was traveling to its destination.” The man said working frantically on his console.As Al’Jafar sat more comfortably in.