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.[Note: A period (.) at the start of a paragraph means that it is strictly descriptive, and you can skip the excruciating details if you would like to.] Best of Enemies 6-7: Lord Have Mercy By Ron Dow75 6) A Gentle Word Turnth Away Wrath?? A cute, light tanned brunette stood in the middle of the oval of the suburban cul-de-sac. Besides the black flats and socks, she wore a green scarf around her neck, a short sleeve light blue blouse, and a gray plaited skirt that still managed to be moved by the wind. That was why one hand held it, as her iridescent brown scanned the neighborhood. "Where could that alien cross-switcher have disappeared to so fast!?! She didn't teleport off on me!!?" There was real fear that she had. "She can't leave me like this!!" The hand wanted to moved up and join the raised fist. "She's the one that belongs in this dress!!" She was still convinced that an alien girl had taken over his human body. Mr. Mitty had stopped on his way to his driveway. "What are you staring at?!!" the teenage girl with the large breasts demanded of him. He moved on. She glared at him with all her intensity. He made it to his car un-singed. "How do I turn on the heat vision!?! Does this stupid girl- simulant even Have heat vision!?! Where's my Super-Brain when I need it!!" Maybe the alien disappeared with it, too!!" Carla closed her eyes to that thought, and shook her head (irritating long hair), "No! I can't think about that! I have to keep trying!" She concentrated at the first house she opened her eyes to. "I know I have microscopic vision. A fat lot of help that's going to be. Besides being a gross out. But it means I have to have other supervision, right?" A flying saucer surrounded by a silver aura in a blue-A tenor asked, "You have to have supervision?" Surprised, Carla screamed! The voice yelled back, "Not so loud! Those are some lungs you got!" Carla's vision had gone back to 20/20: She'd been looking at one of the buttons of her brother's-by-marriage sports shirt shirt! She snatched at it, and grabbed him by it, "What'd you mean by lungs!?!" The dark and short hair kid had been forced up onto the balls of his feet, "I guess you do need supervision." Carla said, "Watch it! I have super-strength now, Monkey- boy!" Aaron Samson said, as brave as any immortal 13-year-old, "My sister Evy doesn't like bullying and name-calling. If you're going to live with us, you're going to have act like you have manners like the rest of us have to." At the mention of "Evy", it was like something else took over her action. Carla let Aaron's heels find the ground. But her conscience, as upset as ever, justified it with "You just remember that I do have super-powers!" Struggling to break free of what had controlled her, she went into some martial arts moves she'd seen on TV. "Aayii! Yiiyaaii! Ai! Ai! Ai! HAI-yaaaa!!" Feeling free (if jello-ey), she stopped her foot short inches from Aaron's face. The wide-eyed look of Aaron's gray-blues satisfied Carla enough to freeze herself into that position. Also, like on TV. Then Aaron spoiled her little triumph with, "Black lace panties." Snarling, Carla completed the last inch of her kick, and shoved Aaron back. He rolled. And landed with his elbows up on the curb. Smiling, he was still remembering, "French-cut..." Knees together, both hands yanking down on the skirt, Carla told him, "They weren't my idea!! I'm not any sissy fruit!" A bass voice from behind her said, "Sounds like it's time you did think like one: Then you'd act more like a girl, girlie!" Carla knew that voice, and her first reaction was to turn yellow-belly chicken-liver, and run. The voice said, "I'm talking at you, Girlie!" Aaron informed her, "That's Luke Lewis. His dad's the guy you beat up. You know, the biker club president that's too violent for wrestling?" Luke Lewis announced, "And this is my chance to prove I'm better 'n him." He snorted, "Letting a girl beat him. Well, I ain't got no problem with beating up girls." Carla did run-at super-speed! Aaron called as she zipped by and past him, "What about your super-powers?!" Carla stopped with her hand on her front door knob (her breasts still vibrating). "Oh, that's right." She zipped back. She put her pretty face up between those massive pectorals, and up near the ugly one, extending her vibrating chests...until she had to deflate them after the tops bounced against the underside those pecs. Luke Lewis was close to 18 years old, over six feet, and as muscle-bound as Lou Lewis. But where his father was bald with sideburns that joined his moustache, this guy's blonde hair, dyed jet black along most of its middle, went down to the small of his back. It looked almost like a hood and a cape, the impression along by the heavy iron chain and padlock around his neck. His wide goatee was left blond. His dark purple shirt had a black "X" that went from, and around, his shoulders to the waist. Holding up his blue jeans was a wide leather belt that had a buckle that looked like a link from his necklace. The high black boots he had on were the same kind as motorcycle cops wore, and zipped up the side. This guy was way too into comics. Carla told him, "Have you started listening to anybody else, for a change?! Aaron told you I have super-powers!" Aaron had scrambled to his feet, "Leave me out of this!! I'm Monkey-boy! I'm only a sidekick!" The kid's reaction was the kind the bruiser expected; he felt more familiar ground forming under him. "You ain't got no super-powers. You're trying to fake me out." Carla said, "You Are stupid, Musclehead! You saw how fast I am!" And she pulled his beard left, right, left, right so fast that some roots were pulled out. "See? I barely saw that myself!" Musclehead roared, and brought his mitts around to crush her. She easily stopped and held each wrist. She let him strain. His hands now fists, he put so much effort into it his already raised veins became snake tunnels. Getting tired of being passive, Carla did something Carl could only dream of doing: She used the bully's own fists to beat him up. After a good minute or so of this, she let go. Bruised and bloodied, Luke dropped to his knees. He still had not unclenched his fists. Seeing the stupid ape refused to go down, Carla raised her foot to push him over. Groggy, he managed to speak, "Black lace panties." WHACK! Her kick sent the goon more than halfway across the oval. = = = Aaron finally found his voice, and told her as he followed her into their house, "Wow! Can I be your sidekick?!" Carla reached back, and pulled him around to where she could keep an eye on what he was keeping an eye on, "You're Carl's Monkey-boy! And when I was Carl I hated having a "Monkey see, monkey do" tag-along. But I, Car-La, want you to follow him! And you're going to tell me what he doing!" Aaron had heard the story of how this strange girl thought she was Carl. "The only reason I hung around Carl was because of all the girls he managed to find out here in the burbs. I want to hang around a girl that's going to hang around, and not run away." Carla cried, "Carl wasn't that bad!" Carl's stepmom said, "That's right, dear. Carl had an unfortunate childhood that effected his socializing skills." The strawberry blond in the bright flower print housecoat and apron had come from out of the kitchen area at the back of the main level. "But I'm sure with you as his guiding light, and God's blessings..." Aaron shook his head, "Evy doesn't see that this girl has worst people skills?" Evy interrupted her talk to tell them both, " "Judge not, lest you be judged as well". It's far better to focus on the way a person should live their life. Then through prayer and positive reminders and a few rewards-" Carla said to her, "I'm not a trained animal." To anybody else, she would've probably yelled. His step-mom was Carl's first, and lasting, crush. The woman with the baby blue eyes smiled sweetly at her, "No, not trained." Her tone added: Yet. Her way down the ramp to the main level more or less blocked by Aaron and her stepmother, Carla decided to head for the hall to the bedrooms. Evy informed her, "Deborah's in your bedroom right now." Carla told her, "I'm not going into-" Curiosity had her stop just before she would've disappeared out of sight, "I thought she was going to spend the night at one of her friends?" Evy assured her, "Don't blame yourself. The neighbors just misunderstand what happened. I'm sure when they get to know you, everything will work out for the best." Aaron interpreted: "The neighbors think you're dangerous. They're keeping away from the whole family." Carla frowned, "And the Lewis's aren't dangerous?" Aaron told her, "And you don't think beating up that family's going to make them think you're less dangerous?" Carla went into the hall, muttering, "It should make me a hero." Evy corrected, "Heroine." Then called after her, "-And violence never solved anything!" = = = Carla opened what she still thought of as his, Carl's (And Aaron's), room. It was just as he'd left it another lifetime ago: Clean and organized. Funny, he always wanted to think of it as a pigsty. That's the way teenager guys should live. It was impossible to live in a pigsty with Evy Wyman Samson Decatur around. One of the top ten rules of the house was that there were no locks on the inside doors. Carla grumbled as she went in. The first thing that entered her head was what Carl usually thought: This is not a Real Guy's room. Only, now, that thought took on new meaning and importance. .On the right, at six four, was a shelf that ran the width of the room. It was were a lot of the guys' junk was inventoried and kept. Most of the rest was hung from the slotboard underneath it. Its middle, though, was taken up, instead, with a large bulletin/blackboard. Evy did not like tack holes in the walls. .On the left, there were two polished pine troughs that his dad had made to save Evy from having to spend too much time in his room. Behind half six-foot one of it was the back of Aaron's freestanding closet where the pegs for their coats, and other outside gear were. The trough caught what they didn't get hung up properly. The rest of the area behind the trough was Aaron's bureau. Carl's bureau was at the end of the slob-run, under the mirror on the wall across from the door. The second, three-foot trough was positioned so it was either throw things back in the drawer, or in the trough to the left. Whenever he let things go to the floor, a clog was formed until it soon became harder to get out of the room. Then there was the trap door to the basement. .On top of the dresser, besides the doily and the usual guy's toiletry items were three mugs that hadn't been hung back up on the rack on the side of the dresser. Next to that, blocking the curtained window, was a water cooler; and under the valve was a lined plastic bin to collect used water. Except for going to the toilet, there was little reason for Carl to go to the bathroom. Deborah had even insisted he use an electric shaver. And since Carl didn't have to shave that often, there wasn't that much of a mess afterwards. .Behind the short trough was Carl's own freestanding closet. As part of the Maze formed by the troughs and the storage furniture behind them, if he had let things land on the floor it slowed things down in and out of the room. And he couldn't just toss the stuff in the "armoire". It was full of closet organizers. There were no open shot at the closet's floor, things were down so low. .Of course, Carl could tape posters up. But not the girls most guys would have. There were a couple of naked women, alright. But it was difficult, and sinful, to get excited about Eve (two different versions), or Mary breastfeeding Baby Jesus. His step-mom Evy liked to get them when she visited art museums. .Near the back wall, with a window and a reading lamp between them, were two "slob" chairs. The only reason Aaron had one was because of Carl, of course. They were but straight back and upholstered (mostly gray, with cream, then, narrower, red and green stripes). They had each a writing surface-arm taken from a school desk, and U of anti-slob troughs that went around them. The troughs held their backpacks, binders, and other large school stuff. The left ones, though, had vertical cubbyholes for pencils, rulers, compasses and other school supplies. There were no desks that could have a mess left on them. (Getting a desk was many of the incentives they offered him to change this or that about him.) .Across the room near the wall with the door, were their beds. Aaron's was a typical maple with a bookcase headboard that had a reading lamp attached. Besides the having room for a couple of books or magazines and whatnots, there was an alarm clock/radio/CD player with a headphone jack. .Between his bed and Carl's was the Monster. Again, it was his dad's idea. It wasn't just an alarm clock/radio; it had floodlights and a speaker. It wasn't completely heartless, though. .(Above it were the three short shelves on the wall were some books (mostly those that their parental role-models thought they could (and, one day, would) profit from), and a few things they used more or less regularly in the room.) .Carl's bed was also a maple frame, but with wide spaces between the three banister-like posts to reach the table behind the headboard. It was another anti-slob idea. And there were drawers under the frame so that he could not toss anything under the bed. .The carpet, like their blankets, was a brown. He had chosen it because brown reminded him of leather and dirt; they were two things frowned on in the house. (Evy's concern about animal cruelty did have practical limits; like Dad's leather recliner he refused to give up. Evy was still working on him, though.) Carla looked around. Okay, it wasn't a guy's room, but at least it wasn't a girl's room. There was one place for the impostor-Carl to hide: The Sanc. At the end of the room were the sliding doors of what once was a walk-in closet that ran the width of the room. Inside, there were no clothes, of course. It had become Carl's "private sanctuary" (which he was forced to share with Aaron). No sooner had she reached the sliding doors, a sliding door on the next to Carl's bed opened. Wiry Carl dashed out. The green crew cut 16-year-old had changed out of the clothes he'd gotten from Edison, and was now wearing his gray pullover sweatshirt and black cargo pants. Carla cried, "I got you now!" And she jumped over the footboard. Carl zigged, though; the 138-pounder bounced off the bed and over to the footboard. Only to be caught by the girl as she zagged back over the bed. Carla told what she thought was an alien pretending to be him, "You're going back to Edison and becoming a girl- wannabe." Carl said, "Don't I get to know what it's like to be a guy, once?" Carla told him, "No! And especially not with-" Carl pushed out his neck-and kissed her on her still open mouth. Surprised (and maybe curious) she delayed her reaction. Which turned out to be-to shove him away. He landed on the bed. She wiped her lips, declaring, "It's like kissing my brother-And I am the sister!!" Carl told her, "It's all in the attitude. Incest can be exciting." Carla roared, "Carl would never say anything like that!! I've got to get you out of my body before you screw up my life more than I have!" Carl said, "Boy. It must be a matter of perspective." Carla picked up the boy six inches taller than her (and feeling the black lace bra), and put him over shoulder, "Then your perspective needs changing." Spilling over her narrow shoulders, Carl said, "You must have a real problem, if you think kissing your husband is like kissing your brother. By the way, did you brother, uh, kiss you?" On the way straight to the door, she said, "You know Aaron's the only brother I've ever had." Carl felt better, "Then it's just your problem with being a girl girl. I can help you awaken that fem-" With him over her shoulder, Carla jumped the trough with ease. "You can help me by showing me how to be the girl." = = = At the end of the hall, this side of the bead curtain was Evy, looking concerned, "Where are you two going?" Carla told her, "We're going back to the Nestors." Carl said to her, "Don't be surprised, if the next time you see me, I'm wearing a dress." Evy cried, "What?!" As she passed her, and entered the beads, Carla told her, "Don't worry. It will only be until he decides to-" Suddenly there was some resistance from Carl. But it wasn't Carl doing it. Evy was pulling on Carl's foot. "Put him down." Again something below his conscious will took over her actions, and Carla lowered Carl more or less gently to the floor. As the beads from the hall curtain fell off of Carla, Evy was telling her, "Cross-dressing might be alright in other people's houses (that is for God to judge), but it is strictly against scripture in this house. "A woman must not wear man's clothing, and a man must not wear women's clothing"." Aaron commented, "Never mind that there was very little difference in the way they dressed back then. And that men wore dresses." Carl thought he was helping by contributing, "And "Don't wear clothing woven from two kinds of thread"." Evy said, "No cotton with nylon reinforcing??" Smiling, Aaron joined in, " "You must wear tassels on the four corners of your cloaks"." Having become distracted by something else, Carla asked, "We have to wear cloaks, too?" Evy said, "Perhaps I should see if there's a sale on them." Aaron told her, "The Bible does say "must"." Evy shook her head, getting a grip on her thoughts, "We're quoting from the Old Testament." She looked at them, and said, firmly, "Women should "adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety, not with braided hair, or gold, or pearls, or costly array..." Her gaze focused, now, on Carla, "...But with good works"." Carl said, "But I think girls look cute in braids, especially the little ones that's just a lock of hair." Ignoring him, Aaron, a preacher's brat, said, "It's Un- Christian to wear gold crosses. And Uncle Daniel has a special sermon for women who wear pearls. The women then put a little extra in the collection plate." By now, Carla had totally lost track of what was being said because of the ringing in her ears. Then, it stopped: '{Carla...Carla...Hello, can you hear me? Answer me.}' Carla felt relieved: It was her Super-Brain! She hadn't lost it! It would know what- Another super-brain cut in, '[Identity markers verified. Your parental-units have been searching for you. Hold for them.]' Her own Super-Brain said a sentence that she couldn't understand, full of squeals, pops and clicks. Then, again, there was only Carla in her head. Or so she thought: Evy took Carla's hand, pulling her towards the great room, "You shall be the brightest stripe in the "coat of many colors" I shall wear in heaven. You are my good work. I am dedicating myself to making you the kind of woman God commands us to be...at least the New Testament version. Mixed fibers are so practical." 9) Literalism Can Be Fun Carl took a spot at the metal railing of the entrance area looking into the great room at couple of feet lower. He wanted to see if his step-mom could tame the girl into somebody he Might want to marry. (Down the road: At least until after he got out of high school. Maybe college. And doesn't the Bible talk about concubines?) Aaron followed his sister and her latest project down the ramp, "I don't think a women is allowed to wear a coat of many colors." Evy said, "I was speaking metaphorically." Her breasts weighing on her, Carla grumbled, "You'd have to be. ' Seems that guys don't have to be concerned about what they wear." Stopping, Evy told her, "Of course they do. Modesty is a virtue God implores of both genders." Aaron said, "Where's it written? I believe the only modesty men are required to be concerned about is nakedness." Carla said the first reference that came to her, "Naked? King James said Adam and Eve sewed aprons out of fig leaves." Carl had pictures of them in his room. The woman who was the same size, though a little more filled out, gently, but firmly, pushed her down on the green couch; "You will note an apron was their idea, not God's." Carla sat like a guy, knees apart, in a skirt. Aaron answered, "God made them "coats of fur"." Carl asked, "God approves of fur coats?" Aaron reported, "Not really. He recommends linen loin clothes." Carl asked, "Does underpants count as a loin clothes?" Evy said, "That is an uncalled for question, Carl." Carl apologized. Aaron said, "Besides, underpants are made out of cotton." Moping, Carla was still thinking about the art posters in Carl's room, "Eve didn't have to wear a bra." Aaron grinned, "Hey, that's right: I don't think the Bible says anything about a woman covering her breasts!" Carl's interest was peaked, again, "It doesn't?" Evy sat down beside Carl on the couch; "There are just some things written on the heart. It is the Natural Law."" Her step-mom was so close Carla had to move her knees closer together. She said, still grumpy, "Tell that to all of the natives "National Geographic" found before they were civilized." She was not used to wearing a bra. Evy said to her, "And they were pagans and unsaved." She reached out and took the girl's hand, "Of course, if you want to go topless...." Carla flinched at the at the challenge, "No! I didn't mean that. I, I...I, uh, guess I was just obsessing a little about breasts. It's easier to talk about that than what aprons and loin clothes cover." Evy squeezed her hand in sympathy, "Is it that time? Is that why you're acting moody?" Carla, being new at being a girl, didn't have the perspective to know what she was talking about, "I guess so." Evy let go of her hand to give her a hug. Aaron had moved to sit on the closest of the three square ottomans: Clueless, Aaron, of course, stayed with something he thought he knew about, "I remember hearing that in some places, modesty means a woman has to cover her face to strangers, even if it means lifting her skirt." Still showing her female understanding to Carla, Evy told her little brother, "And they probably wear female loin clothes." Aaron hadn't thought of that. "Oh," it sort of spoiled the image he had in his head. Carla pulled away from her step-mom (the tops of her step- mom's breasts against hers was doing something to her own). "I don't remember hearing anything about women wearing loin clothes." Evy smiled at her as if she expected Carla to know what she meant when she said, "More than just modesty compels women to wear items like that." Carla wanted to take her attention off of her tingling nipples. It went down to the other area that was bothering her. But she couldn't talk about that! It didn't help that she hadn't known what to do with her hands with her step- mom pressing her. Sitting down, it was either keep them up on the arm of the couch, or... "Why do girls have to wear skirts and dresses, any way?" Her legs felt too smooth and silky and warm (despite their chill). Carl had a fairly decent view of her legs up on the foyer. Aaron had a more up-close one. "It's because pants are unnatural. Everybody in the Bible wore dresses. Even the Romans." Evy thought her little brother was trying to be funny. "The men wore robes." Aaron answered, "Robes aren't dresses?" Thinking like a guy, Carla said, "Not when you wear pants under them." Man, did she wish she had some on. Carl thought like a guy, "Tell a judge he's wearing a dress, and he'll throw you in jail." 13-year-old Aaron thought like a guy, "Well, I dropped out of choir because I felt like I was wearing a dress." (Among other reasons.) Evy's Bible studies didn't help; her only answer was, "The Bible clearly prohibits men and women wearing the same clothes. So, there had to be a difference." Carla said, "The difference was how immodest the men's were, I bet. The Bible doesn't say anything about men not wearing gold or, uh, "costly array"." Aaron chimed in with, "Or pearls!" Carla pulled at the hem of the plaited skirt, "Ohrr! This doesn't feel like a costly array! Is that why women get the skimpy clothes!?" Evy told her, "You obviously have been forced to be a tomboy. Proper skirts have more material than pants. In fact, it's only in these post-Christian times that women don't cover their legs with long skirts." (Carl had a thought, "Doesn't more material mean an, uh, more costly array? I thought that was against the Bible?") Aaron said, "And as somebody who's just become old enough to be damned, I agree with the post-Christian feminists. A woman should be able to walk down the street nude." Evy told the na?ve child, "The rest of it goes, "...without being attacked". Men are too weak-willed to allow that fantasy to happen." Aaron said, "The literal interpretation of the Bible says that God's modesty only requires loin clothes. The only reason women have to wear more is because you can't trust men. The violent set the rules in the "Civilized" world." Evy agreed, "I just said that. People are born sinners. It is only through God's love that they are saved, and can find peace." Aaron smiled, "So, Christian women should be like the Moslem women, and have everything covered." Evy said, "The Bible does not require that of us." 13-year-old Aaron thought he had her, "That's because God wants people to know what real sin is. Jesus did things that were not orthodox or kosher. -He didn't stone prostitutes; he associated with them! Just because it's not written that he did things, like, associate with homosexuals doesn't mean he didn't. If you say that, you have to say it's okay or not okay do a lot of things that aren't explicitly written-Like letting a woman have her chest uncovered, or not letting people wear pants. "They have ears, but do not hear". It's the spirit of the law, not the letter." The beaded curtain at the end of the hall moved. Deborah, still in her checkered step-in, asked, "What's brought on all the talking going on out here?" Carl had moved closer to the ramp for a better view of Carla. He now had to look at her, "Your sister and brother are having another of their theological debates." The brown eyed brunette was bored with the idea, "Again? When is Evy going to see that Aaron isn't ready to be saved?" Carl agreed, "Yeah: God hasn't tortured him enough." (Evy heard, and told him, "Carl, God does not torture people. "Job" teaches-") Deborah, offended, said, "Then why aren't you saved? How long before you get the message?" (Evy told her, "Deborah, you know better than-") Carl told her, "Is it my fault that I've been baptized three times, and none of them took?!" Deborah cried, "Yes!!" (Evy said, "Actually, baptism is just a symbol of-") All further religious discussions were set aside when Carla came off the couch and at Carl: Lifting him up by his armpits, she shook him like a rag doll, and cried, "How did you know how many times I've been baptized?!!" Carl, his brain rattled, said, "You've been baptized three times, too?" Evy had now fully risen to her feet: "Please put him down! You could hurt somebody doing that!" Carl snarled, "That's the whole idea!!" But her body was already doing what her step-mom wanted her to do. Carla screamed in frustration: "It's so unfair!!" In trying to get away, Carl had broken free of her loosened grasp-and missed the floor with his feet. He rolled several feet, and ended up on sitting up with his legs spread out in front of her looking up at the very cute and dangerous girl. Carla was on the verge of tears, "I can't even use my superpowers to beat up the alien who gave them to me!" Despite his narrow escape, Carl was really only thinking of what a nice angle he had of her, "That alien deserves to be beaten up. Look what it did to a perfectly good girl." (Aaron had moved to the end of the couch. He had to ask himself, "Am I ever going to get that stupid over girls?" (Deborah had moved up the ramp. "Nobody else is that stupid over girls.") Evy moved to the emotionally hurting girl, "Only God has the right to use violence." Carla whined, "I don't know Him well enough for Him to do that for me!" Evy put an arm around her, "You don't ask God to smite other people." (Aaron went through the verses, "You don't?" (Deborah said, "Evy's interpretation of the Bible is too pacifistic." (Aaron said, ignoring what the Bible said, "Right. Everybody knows that all true believers believe in violence.") Carla, her frustration now another punishment from God, cried, "Then how am I going to get him to admit he's not me!?!" Evy urged her back to the couch, "You are not he. You are a "shamefaced and sober" lovely young girl and-" Carla broke away, "I am not a lovely young girl!!" (Deborah, crossing her arms, commented, "I think her problem is she's not use to being sober." (Aaron asked, "Is that why she's shamefaced?") Carla reacted to Aaron, "I'm red because I'm stuck in a dress stuck in a girl!" Evy said, "You should not be ashamed of what God made you-" Carla told her, "God did not make me a girl-She did!" And she pointed straight at Carl, who was picking himself up. Carl fell back down on his butt. "What kind of detergent did the alien use to brainwash her? She's got me confused with the thing that abducted her." Evy tried to comfort the girl again, "It's the trauma speaking. Once she starts living the life of a normal girl- " Carla told her, "I'm not a girl-I'm really Carl. Me: Not him!!" Evy patiently told her, "Only God can know what...or who a person is on the inside." (Aaron said, "Tell that to the professional profilers and polygraphers." (Deborah told her siblings, "I thought you two liked to quote things more accurately.") Carla finally got around to the idea that didn't involve physical force, "I can prove I'm Carl! I know everything there is to know about me! I know how Carl got baptized three times!" Deborah sneered, "If you know anything about Carl, you'd have to know that bit of infamy." Carla took the hands of his step-mom, "The only reason I got baptized the first time was to because your dad was the pastor, and I wanted to, to meet you." Evy smiled at another part of that memory, "That was how I was formally introduced to your father." Deborah's memory of the event wasn't so pleasant, "They wouldn't have gotten married, and I wouldn't be forced to be your 'sister', if it wasn't for that." Aaron remembered, too, "Your dad was sure mad that you tried to join a church without telling him. He was still dealing with his company's bankruptcy." Having risen to his feet, at last, Carl said, "But I had to join after Dad and Mom got together." Carla pressed on, "I then got baptized again, because your dad said I had gotten baptized for the wrong reasons the first time." Deborah frown deepened considerably, "That's how Dad died!" Evy reminded her sister, "Now, Deborah, the doctor said that wasn't Carl's fault. Father had a stroke from over- working himself." Aaron said, "How many ministers drown giving a baptism?" Carla and Carl both said, "I'm sorry, again! I tried to save him! Why do things like that always happen to me!?" Deborah bore her eyes at Carl (dismissing Carla as another of his phenomena), "Things like what happened the third time you got 'baptized'?" Aaron could smile at this one, "When Uncle Daniel took over the church from Dad, and baptized Carl again, because he said he hadn't been properly baptized at all?" Evy said, "Technically, I don't think what happened could be counted as a baptism." Deborah angrily told Carl, starting down the ramp to the great room, "Even if our church did recognize sprinkling-It wouldn't be by the fire system!" Carl argued, again, "I was up behind the preacher's stand and choir! The whole congregation saw me! I have witnesses: It wasn't my fault!" Deborah had passed her. Carla tried to get her attention with, "I was the one up there in just my underwear and a robe!" Deborah, down in the ramp, now, told him (and her), "But all they found burned were your clothes!!" Aaron remembered, "The fire inspector said it was a freak accident. He classified it as an "Act of God"." Evy sighed, "And the insurance company doesn't pay for an Act of God. Even in a church." Deborah was nearly close enough to Carl to make more than just eye contact, "That's when Uncle Daniel started calling you a "bad seed"!" Carla thought she was proving something by saying, "He calls me "the Demon Seed"!" (Evy said, "That's totally unbiblical." (Aaron said, "I don't think Uncle Daniel cares if it is "scripturally" accurate.") Carl said, "Why put in a sprinkler system in a place made of drywall and plaster!?!" Deborah yelled in his face, "Code!" Carla tried to get Deborah to yell in her face, "Then "Uncle Daniel" turns around and puts drywall and plaster back in-and his construction company makes a profit!" She did it: Deborah yelled at her, "Any other company would've gotten twice the profit!" Carla seized on the opportunity with the first thing that came to her mind, "I know how you and me-I mean, Carl, when-I-was-Carl, met!" Deborah turned to Carl, "You better not have-" Carla spun her around, and held her by her shoulders, "Carl didn't tell me-Carl hasn't told anybody else: I know because I am Carl! "I had just been baptized my first time, and I was being chased around the church in the wet robe. I had just tried hiding in one Sunday school classroom, since it was evening services I escaped that, and went into another. Only you were in there with any shirt or-" "YEOW!" Carla had to let go of Deborah. "What's happening to you?!!" Evy shivered, "Is it just me, or do you feel a chill?" Aaron said, "Chill!? It's getting cold." Carl said, "Frost is forming on the carpet!" Deborah's eyes had become red, "Burn, damn you! Burn!!" Carla's clothes erupted in flames! She ran: "What do I do!?!! What do I do!?!!" The flames became longer, and hotter. Evy told her, "Drop and roll! Drop and roll!" Carla from the smoke she yelled, "Drop and what??!!" There was one thing that made Carl brave, "A girl in trouble!" And he tackled her. Feeling the heat, he still managed to roll her with his own body, and smother most of the fire. Evy, and then Aaron, hit the remaining flames with the nearest things at hand, magazines and couch cushions. Evy would have to had to wash the comforter and afghan today. Then Carl found himself laying on top of a girl whose charred blouse and skirt was falling away. The very warm, and red, girl was practically naked in her black lace bra and panties. He told her, "I saved you!" He still hung on, wanting to smother her with affection. Carla cried, "Get off me!!" shoving him aside. Deborah's glare was now directed at Carl, "You told everybody about finding me without my bra!?! In church!!?!" Carl said, "What?!" He looked up into the fiery eyes of the most righteous anger he'd ever seen. "No!! Honest! I didn't-" Carla moved quickly, "How come she gets the heat vision?!" She put herself between Deborah and her real body, the body she wanted to get back into. Carla's black lace bra disintegrated in a flash. Aaron would've seen live naked breasts for the first time in his life if his big sister Evy hadn't spun him around. "Aw, come on! I'm not suppose to enjoy staring at your-" Evy cried in fear, "Deborah!!" Her little sister had turned blue, and was falling! She had lost consciousness. Bare-chested Carla caught her. "She's like ice!!" Evy pushed Aaron aside, and went to her sister, "Quick, you have to take her clothes off!" Carla cried, "What??!" Aaron watched as Evy told the girl in only panties, "The only way to treat hypothermia is heat-Body heat! Skin against skin!" Carla hesitated. Carl watched as his stepmother reached down and started fumbling with Deborah's buttons. "This is no time for modesty!" Seeing her stepmother do it meant that it was okay. Carla used her speed to take over the undressing. Evy let her take over, "She shouldn't be moved any more than she has to be-Rip the dress off of her! Your strong enough!" Carl paled, "Yes, Mom!" and ripped, opening her checkered dress. Evy then directed the others, "Get blankets! Now!" "Yes, Ma'am!" they both hurried up the ramp. The thought of seeing naked girls was no longer high on their list. Carla had Deborah down to just her plain white with red- black-and-pink plaid pink panties. Evy told Carla, "You're already undressed, and... warm. Put your breasts over Deborah's and rub the back of her head with your hands- Now!" Carla obeyed, "Yes, Mom!" Counting Curry Nestor just a while ago, this was the second time Carla had ever had full contact with a naked girl, herself included. Carl, zero. God was still torturing them. Would Deborah be included, this time? The End of this installment