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Zoe's Girl Chapter Three - The Pretty (And not-so-pretty) Past Martin sat there occasionally kicking his feet back and forth, unaware of how much like a little girl it made him appear to be. For the past twenty minutes he'd been sitting there on Zoe's couch, not more than three feet from the girl who'd put him in this very girlish outfit. During those two hours he and Zoe had explained everything to their mothers. When Martin had left his house with his mother, only to run into his best friend Randy literally as he opened the door to depart the house, who then walked with them. If being seen in a cutesy petticoated dress wasn't embarrassing enough he had been walked here by his mother, adding a whole new degree of humiliation to the event. Adding his best friend to the mix just served to remind Martin that he would never be allowed to forget this torturous day. He had no idea how many people had seen them walking down the sidewalk, and he prayed none had seen him practically skipping in this ridiculously flirty dress as he tried to keep pace with Randy near the end of his trip to Zoe's house. He actually had to cling to Randy's arm a few times to keep from falling and Martin was sure his mother behind them was amused and keenly aware that his panties were being exposed - even if they weren't Martin had convinced himself every step made the dress fly up enough to narrowly miss showing them off. A stumble or skipping step had to be showing them off in earnest. He hated the vulnerability that the little dress was on him. At the walkway to the house Randy had listened to his friend's desperate pleas to not accompany him any further. For all the stories he'd told Mrs. Stephens, Randy proved himself a good friend to Martin. He opted to not go on and give his friend what modicum of dignity he could and he went on home, wishing Martin the best in a sarcastically typical jest. The two kids were caught kissing in the kitchen. Zoe and Martin were pressed tight to one another and had just started to kiss, in truth it was a second kiss this time initiated by Martin in response to Zoe's peck on the cheek, when their mothers walked in on them. This prompted a chiding and a mild scolding to them both and found the two side-by-side on the couch as the mothers were intent to get to the bottom of this entire ordeal. Martin had told his mother he was an innocent victim of Zoe's twisted imagination. That he had innocently followed her upstairs because she was teasing him by being a flirt and then had drugged him. Somehow during his drugged out state he had been stripped and dressed in these little girl's clothing, panties and all, and brought home. But Martin had as much trouble as his mother had believing that Zoe could have done that all alone, and it seemed impossible that she could do half of what she did in his room without an army of help. Those were things that Martin claimed to have no answer for. Most of the questions had been targeted at Zoe, particularly around her behavior flirtatiously enticing Martin upstairs and into her room. But things didn't add up that it was entirely her fault. Suddenly things were about to get a lot more uncomfortable for Martin. "So let me get this straight," Martin's mother, Karen, stared at her son sternly, "You went all googly-eyed up the stairs after little Zoe when you knew she was wearing a dress that was too short for her?" He nodded, blushing deeply that his mother knew why he had followed her so intently. "And you expect us to believe you are all innocent?" "Momma!" Martin shrieked. Out of the corner of his eye he couldn't help but notice Zoe cross her legs self-consciously and blush. "I didn't, I mean I wasn't... She just made it too easy to be nosy!" "That is no excuse!" Zoe's mother, Pamela, snapped. Before either Martin or his mother could reply she turned to Zoe, "And you, young lady, have been told to wear shorts, leggings, or pants under that dress or not to wear it ever again." Her tone was forceful and reeked of a scolding, and punishment, yet to come. "Mommy." Zoe meekly pleaded. "Cut the kiddie crap, Zoe!" Pamela stopped her daughter's tone and weak attempt at making herself seem younger and innocent. "Mom!" Zoe sounded more like a teenager this time. "I didn't do anything wrong. He was the one being all perverted." "You were advertising and asking him to be." She replied. "As far as I am concerned you are just as much the pervert as he is!" Zoe's face sunk, realizing she wasn't going to pass off her behavior onto Martin's poor manners. "Nevertheless," Karen looked at Pamela then to her son. "I don't ever want to hear of you looking up a girl's dress unless it's your wife's dress and she's holding it up for you. Else, I'll make sure you have to learn first hand how demeaning that is! Do you understand me?" "Momma! I already know how mean it is!" Martin flipped his hands upward at the edge of his dresses skirts causing them to fly up at the sides of his legs. The many layers of the petticoat kept him from flashing his panties to the room, but he didn't realize this and his hand jerked down the flying dress as fast as they'd caused it to fly. His face deepened in a pinkish-red color from the embarrassment the belief that he'd just shown his panties off brought him. "No, I mean you'll learn it first hand from someone mean that will tease you about it!" Karen said firmly, her tone getting even more so after her son's challenge of her admonishment. "Now, do you understand me?!" "Yes, Momma." Martin said, his head dipping towards the floor so that his downcast stare was vacantly at his girlish shoes. "Good." She said not sounding very forgiving. "No go on, and look at me when I am talking to you. You know better than that." Her tone softened a little as to not sound like a scolding, but it was still very authoritative and clearly reinforced that she was in charge and not him. Pamela had walked out while this back and forth between Karen and her son was going on and was just coming in with the cookies the two kids were supposed to have gotten earlier. As the scent of the fresh cookies caught Karen's nose, it also caught her memory... Martin had always been a good kid and such tricks were rarely needed, but Karen was adept at them when they were. She had taken two years of pre-med in college, aiming at Psychiatric care before she'd met Robert and the two had fallen in love. If not for a premature pregnancy, following some unwise celebration at a party, she likely would have finished school. Both of them had dropped out of school to gain meaningful, and decent paying, employment to care for their suddenly starting family. Karen never did get back to school. After the wedding Lynn was born in just 8 short months. Four years later Martin was born. Just three years ago Karen had thought about going back to school, now that Lynn was old enough to watch Martin for a few hours after school. Robert had made major inroads with his company and even without a degree was bringing home very good money for the area, and he supported her fully. But like many things there was to be a snag in their plans. In Karen's case it wasn't a snag but a disaster. She had been attending the pre-semester catch up classes, something designed by the local college to help adults returning to school to get back into the groove and the pace of things on a college campus, for only two weeks when disaster struck. Karen had just sat down in her first class of the afternoon when her beeper went off. Her instructors knew she had children, like many parents in the classroom and were generally forgiving of such things so long as they weren't habit, and Karen was allowed to leave the class for a moment to make sure everything was okay. She called home and a frantic Martin answered. Something was dreadfully wrong. While his words were choppy with fear and tears she could make out something about an accident and she could hear sirens in the background. By the time Karen arrived at the house the ambulance crew had already loaded Lynn into the back of their truck. Identifying herself as the teenager's mother they quickly told her what they think had happened and that Martin was with the neighbor so she could ride with her daughter. Karen did, and it broke her heart. Lynn never made it to the hospital. A gas leak in the kitchen stove caused a sudden fireball-like effect when Lynn had opened the oven. She was making the cookies Karen had promised Martin she'd do with him that previous weekend, before she knew of all the homework she'd have to do. She never was able to get to it, she didn't even finish the homework. Karen never could fully forgive herself for that, and dropped the idea of going to school. She and Martin both went through a year of therapy, a precautionary measure to keep either of them from having any sort of mental issues from the accident. It was, after all, an accident and nothing anyone could have done would have changed things. Karen still kept up with her interests in Psychiatry and Psychology, but she never felt like returning to school. After the accident and having to have to brush off her son and not holding to her word to make the cookies with him, which she felt led to it in some way, she couldn't bare to let school or career stuff get in the way of family again. Karen shook her head. Martin had just asked her something but she'd missed it, she was only vaguely aware of a question being directed at her."Momma?" He repeated. "Are you okay?" "Yes, sweetheart." She said after a second. "I'm sorry, what did you ask me?" "I asked if you wanted a cookie." Martin said smiling, eating one himself already. "Karen, would you mind if we sent the kids upstairs for a moment?" Pamela asked her friend, showing some concern over her sudden 'spacing out.' "We could let poor Martie get out of that frilly dress and into something less," She paused looking for a certain word, "Vulnerable." She came up with, but her face said that wasn't the word she'd wanted. "Yes, that'd be fine." Karen said after a second. "I think we should talk about these two anyway." She sounded more like herself, a bit firmer tone, as she eyed the kids off the couch. "Zoe, darling," Pamela started, "Take Martie upstairs and find something less formal and frilly to wear, will you?" "Yes, Momma." Zoe answered dutifully. "And, Zoe, Martie," Pamela added as the kids got to the stairs, "Behave yourselves this time, hmm?" "Yes, ma'am." The two children replied in unison followed by a giggle a second later at the sudden spontaneous unity of their reply. Once the kids were heard moving around upstairs the two adults moved into the study, Pamela shutting the door behind them. The room was not as big as the study at Karen's house, but it was not set up as an office or library like her's was either. It seemed roomier and more functional for a family to use together. Karen decided she'd liked it long ago, but really couldn't bring herself to get rid of the office- like confines of what would have been her home office for her practice. "Karen, what happened out there?" Pamela asked, sitting down on the small couch in the room. "Nothing Pam." Karen replied, sitting herself down on the same couch at the other end. There wasn't much room between them and the coziness that that usually created felt confining to Karen suddenly. "Just something I'd almost forgotten." "Karen." Pamela said her name like a soft sorrowful scolding. "You're never going to forget what happened. You wouldn't want to, but don't let it bring you down now." "I know, I am trying to be strong and logical about it." Karen said, her voice breaking a little bit. "But it's hard this time of year." "I know, dear." Pamela slid closer so that she was right beside her friend, and put her arm around her in a gentle hug. "But it's not a bad thing to remember. You just have to remember the good things, not the bad." "I know, it's just hard. It's only been three years." Karen started crying, leaning her head on Pamela's shoulder. "I know, but think about Lynn making the cheerleading team, Varsity as a freshman. She was so happy, and you and Robert were so proud of her." Pamela started. "And what about the funny things she did, her comedy and jokes. Or how about when she had Martin being her magician's aide and had him wearing the little ball gown and leotards..." Her voice trailed off. "Oh my gawd!" Karen shot right up off Pamela's shoulder so fast that they almost knocked heads. "Do you think that is what started this with him?!" "It couldn't, could it?" Pamela asked. "Why not?" Karen said. "He was young and would do anything to please his sister and us. And once after Lynn died I caught him wearing one of her skirts. In fact, he threw a fit when we were cleaning out her closet and insisted that he get her pants and t-shirts because anyone could wear those, not just girls." "He just wanted something to remember her with." Pamela said. "That's not unusual, and besides, he's right. Nothing you gave him was expressly girls' anyway." "No, but he kept her show stuff, even her cheerleading uniform. He has them all in his closet in a special section with her picture and everything." "So what?" Pamela didn't get how that could make him and Zoe do what they'd done. "Sounds more like he put a private remembrance shrine together in the back of his closet. That's not unhealthy. Despite the age difference Lynn was very good to him and they were very close." "Yeah, I suppose so." Karen said. "I guess I am just grasping at straws trying to figure this out." "Well, why don't we get you cleaned up and go upstairs and talk to the kids some more." Pamela advised. "We've not really gotten too much into this with them, have we?" "Not nearly enough." Karen agreed. "Thanks, Pam." "That's what friends are for." She replied. "I've got some of my makeup in the bathroom down here if you want to freshen yours up." "Thanks." Karen smiled at her friend as she stood up and headed to the downstairs bathroom. It had a door to the living room and to this study. Karen locked them both once inside. A few minutes later Karen came out looking much more like she did when she'd arrived. "Let's go up quietly and see what they're up to." Pamela said. "Sounds good to me." Karen whispered in agreement. Meanwhile, upstairs... "Does your mom do that often?" Zoe asked as she got to her closet . "Do what?" Martin had just sat down on the foot of Zoe's bed. "Space out like that." Zoe looked over her shoulder at Martin, grinning. "I do that too, but it's because of my Narcolepsy." "Yeah, you told me about that. After that day in our pool when you just sort flopped off the diving board." Martin replied. "And, I don't think Momma does it often. I don't remember seeing her do that much at all." "How about this?" Zoe turned on her heels letting an overall dress similar to hers fly out in front of her and settle down before she pushed her arms out to show it to Martin. "Another dress?" Martin whined. "Zoe, your mom said nothing too girly." "No, she said nothing to frilly and less formal." Zoe corrected him. "And this is not frilly or formal." "But it's a dress!" He whined. "It looks like it's every bit as short as this one. Just like yours." "It is." She admitted, shrugging her shoulders. "But I can give you some tights or stretch pants to wear with it so your legs won't be showing like with that one, or like mine are." She stuck her right leg out turning it side to side a little as if showing it off. "Is that all you've got in that closet a ton of sissy dresses?" Martin stood up, this time using his hands not to get up but to smooth his skirts out and to preserve his modesty, in a very lady- like manner. "Good job." Zoe said, watching her friend standing up. "You got the hang of that quickly." "Hang of what?" He asked, walking over to her, his hands at his sides, not aware he had them out as if they were helping him balance. "That too." She giggled. She saw the sore look on his face and knew to explain. "How you got up silly. And now how you're walking." She put her hands to her side, letting the dress hang almost to the floor in one hand, mimicking his hand positions and tossing her hips a little. He didn't do that much, but the heeled shoes made a little more sway than he'd normally have in his step. "Shut up!" He pleaded. "I am not a stupid sissy girl!" Zoe slapped him. Out of nowhere her hand flew up and connected with his cheek. The look of surprise on both their faces shocked them both. "Oh-my-gawd-I'm-so-sorry." Zoe spit out as if the sentence was a single word. "I don't know what came over me. I guess you just said those mean things about yourself, and me, and I... and I..." Martin stood there, stunned, one hand on his face. The stinging was already going away. Thankfully Zoe wasn't a very strong girl, but the shock that she'd actually slapped him sunk in deeply. He felt the sting in his pride and ego still bitterly fresh and painful. "I'm sorry Zoe." He barely formed the words. "I didn't mean to..." A second later he blinked, his eyes were wet. He scolded himself inside, but it didn't do any good. A few seconds later the forming tears gained enough moisture to run from his eyes and down his cheeks. "Martie!" Zoe said ashamed of herself. "I'm sorry sweetie." She grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears off his cheeks. "Please don't cry. Will you forgive me?" "It's okay. I am okay." He stepped back to get away from her, but she stepped with him and kept dabbing at his eyes with the tissue. "Here, sit down. I'll get you something else to wear." She said, walking him to the bed and sitting him on the foot of it again. She walked into her closet and he could her her shuffling things around. She would only be gone a few moments, he knew, but he had a plan. When Zoe finally came out of the closet she was stunned at what she saw. Martin had somehow managed to get out of the dress he'd been wearing and was already pulling the overall dress over his head. She quickly jumped back into the closet before his face came out of the dress hoping she wasn't seen. "I found something." She said, making false footsteps as if she was coming up to her position."Okay." Martin dryly said. "How about..." She stepped out of the closet holding a pair of soft- blue denim capris and a white with baby-blue trim t-shirt. "Oh my!" She giggled as if it was a total surprise. In a way it was, just a delayed reaction to her seeing it. "What do you think?" Martin said, spinning on the heels of his still more formal shoes. The dress had a little more movement in the skirt than Zoe's, having a pleated skirt section, opposed to straight all the way down, but it didn't reveal more than the uppermost thigh. Bending over or sitting may be more exposing, he thought, but the movement of it was far more restricted than of the dress he'd just stripped out of. "You look adorable." She said, her eyes beaming. "I never thought that burgundy would be your color." She commented about the dark red color of the material. "You'll need a shirt to wear under that bib part though." She commented, turning back to her closet. "And do you want pink stretch pants or white tights?" "Um... Pink or tights?" He hadn't thought about that. "Are the tights thick or are they the see-through types?" "These." She tossed him a pair from her dressed right next to the closet. Putting his hand into one of the legs he could tell it'd be semi-transparent and that the stitching had flowers and shimmery threads in them. "I'll go with the pink pants then." He said, tossing the tights back when she'd turned around. She tossed the pants, which looked way too small when he'd caught them, in return. "Put those on while I get you a shirt." She said, walking back into the closet. "Oh, and take off those knee-highs and those shoes first." She giggled, at the idea of anyone not taking the shoes off. "Duh!" Martin said, taking off the socks. He'd already removed the shoes. The pants had a strap that went under his foot and kept the pants pulled down. As he pulled them up he was amazed at how much they stretched and that they made it to his waist easily. They likely could go much higher before getting to the point where they'd start to work their way down. He walked and squatted and made some kicking motions to test the fit and they never seemed to move. It was like they were on like skin to his legs. "Fit pretty good, eh?" Zoe said from behind him. "Here, this shirt should match the pants and dress nicely." She handed him a small pink nearly sleeveless shirt with burgundy trim. The trim was shiny as if it were silk, but it wasn't too frilly or formal looking, as she'd been instructed. As Martin put it on he noticed the burgundy writing, a cursive font of some sort, that read 'Spoiled' on the chest. It wouldn't be readable with the bib of the dress and it wasn't as bad as 'Princess' or anything like that so he didn't mind too much. "Got something for my feet?" Martin asked, lifting a foot and wiggling his toes. "Sure, but do you want me to show you how I do my nails?" Zoe asked, playfully. "What?" He was surprised. "Wouldn't that be formal or something like frilly?""No, besides once they dry you put socks on and no one will see them." She said confidently. "Um, I don't know." "Please!" She made a mock begging pose clasping her hands and bending down beneath his head, cocking hers to the side slightly; her tone is what really got to Martin though. "Oh, alright..." He conceded. "But nothing too flashy! We've got to explain all this to our mothers already, remember?" "What's to explain?" Zoe asked, plainly as she sat down on the floor in front of Martin. "Here, sit down with your legs out for me." She patted the floor and he sat as she requested. "You ever have your nails painted before?" "No." Martin said. "Why?" "Just curious." Zoe replied, with a matter-of-fact twist. "I guess I just don't think of that kinda stuff." Martin said, realizing Zoe was wanting more explanation by her facial expression. "You know, make up and that sort of stuff." Zoe nodded. "Well most boys don't think of those things until they see us girls using them." "I guess." "Martie," Zoe paused, looking him in the eyes, "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, anything." Martin replied. "Why?" "Why what?" "Why do you like this?" She motioned her arms over her dress. "You look cute in that dress. That's why." He replied. "You moron!" Zoe giggled and playfully scolded him at the same time. "I meant why do you like wearing these things?" "You said you thought I was cute in them." He answered her as plainly as he'd done all along. "You mean you're doing this for me?" Zoe asked. "Or do you mean you're doing it to impress or please me?" "Neither." Martin said. "You said I looked cuter in dresses than pants and you found it a real turn on." Zoe nodded, but Martin didn't pause long enough to let her speak. "And I like the way that makes me feel. That someone thinks I look good and it does things like that to them. That's why." "Oh." Zoe said, sounding a little disappointed. "I see." "Zoe, why did you want me to dress up like you so much anyway?" Martin decided that he'd get some answers too. "Well, I saw how much fun you and Randy had at his sister's party and I guess I thought I kinda liked having someone that would do anything with me." She said after a long pause. "Sort of like a little sister." "But I am older than you are." Martin said. "Martie, you may be older as a boy, but I've got lots more time in skirts and dresses than you do. As a girl you're practically an infant." "An infant?" Martin said shocked. He had the sudden vision of himself in a baby-like dress and with plush noisy diapers and pacifiers stuck in his mouth. He jerked back, partly involuntary and partly afraid of what that vision meant as if he were protecting himself by pulling away. "Sit still!" Zoe chided, gripping his left ankle with an amazing show of reflexes gripping it tightly but gentle enough that her longer fingernails didn't pinch into his skin. "I said practically. Being a boy for thirteen years is worth something after all. It's not like childhood is that much different for boys and girls. Yeah we get gipped when it comes to things like football and baseball. We get to be the pretty mini-skirted cheerleaders for our gross icky super- sports-hero boys, but you don't get the cute innocent thing at all. So I'd say that that has to be worth at least half your years as a girl." "Half my years?" Martin said, putting his other leg back where Zoe had had it. "You mean you think of me as a six year old when you see me dressed like this?" "No silly." Zoe said. "I wouldn't find a six year old cute and a total hunk of hotness." "And you do me?" Martin asked. "At least when I am dressed up like a little girl and am basically being your little sister?" "It's not like that, I don't mean it literally." Zoe said. "Well, 'cept for the total turn-on thing. Because you are totally eye candy I can't resist right now." "Uh huh." Martin clearly wasn't getting it. But then, he never felt that he understood Zoe all that much growing up anyway. Still, he would have to admit that in recent months as she was starting to hit puberty a little earlier than most girls did that he found her very attractive as well. But like most boys his age, still in between of childhood and true teen-aged adolescence, girls were a curiosity and not a time-intensive obsession; but Zoe was quickly moving up the list of important things to keep his eyes on. "Besides, you seemed to like it so much. You never said a thing about changing your room around." Zoe said. She started to blow on his feet, causing him to move them slightly as the gentle action tickled across them. "Wait, I don't remember that." Martin said. "I don't remember anything!" "You liar!" Zoe said, not angry but out of shock. "You said you were okay and that everything was fine." "You drugged me!" Martin said, starting to sound a little bit accusatory. "I told you that was an accident. You swore to me that it wasn't bothering you!" Zoe said quite emphatically. "When?" "A little after." She said, almost in tears now. "When you asked me to call Kristen and Jenn to help us with your room." "I said that?" Martin's accusatory tone had faded entirely. "Yes." Zoe crawled over to him, recognizing all the way that his eyes moved between her face and chest and her legs the entire time she moved. She sat right next to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Martie, I wouldn't have done that if I thought the medication was effecting you like that." "Zoe, I thought I passed out." "You got sleepy and said you'd be okay to get to your room and change." Zoe said, apologetically and crying softly. She laid her head on Martin's shoulder. "I knew I should have stayed with you." "It's okay, Zoe." Martin said, bending an arm at the elbow so that he could put his hand on the side of her head. "I didn't know what had happened and was confused. I was in the study looking over myself. I'd just found out I was in panties and all when Momma and Daddy walked in on me." "Oh my gawd!" Zoe sounded shocked. She let go of Martin and sat up normal, still right at his side. "Now I understand why your mother walked you over here like that." "Yeah, to get to the bottom of this. I told her that I didn't know about anything of this." Martin said. "So you really don't remember asking me to help you redo your room and closet?" Zoe asked. "No, nothing." Martin said. "Wait!" Zoe paused. "You got all dressed up in that princess get-up before I got the Kool-Aid." "Yeah, so?" "Don't you remember agreeing to play dress up?" Zoe asked. "Yes." "And do you remember agreeing to play that silly old Princess game we used to play when we were little and were baby-sat together?" "Yes, so what." "Then why don't you remember not wanting to change back into your clothes until after I put make up on you?" Zoe said smiling, knowing she'd just caught him. "I do." Martin said. "But you said," Zoe started. "Oh my gawd!" Martin cut Zoe off. "I forgot all about that. I did say that." He covered his mouth with his hands. "Zoe!" "What?" "I told you I wanted to know what it was like to be a girl!" "Yes you did." She said. "And I told you I couldn't help you with that, but I could finish the look with the make up to match your pretty princess costume." "Yeah, and you did that." Martin agreed. "But what was with all that flirty stuff afterwards?" Zoe blushed deeply. "I guess it was then that I realized that I liked you and that I found that so attractive." Hearing that Martin blushed. "Wow." "Yeah." Zoe said, barely audible. The two sat in silence, just looking at each other a moment. Quietly outside their mothers stared at each other with very similar expressions. For a short while they had been listening in. Long enough to hear most of the revelations their two children had revealed to each other, and to them as well. It didn't seem right to barge on in at the moment, yet they both knew they couldn't walk away either. They whispered in the most quiet whisper they could manage, trying to figure out what to do. Finally they decided to knock on the door and try to get in there, to get the rest of the story they'd missed. A few minutes of silence passed. Zoe and Martin sat there looking at each other in awe and wonder. Finally Zoe got up and got Martin some pink and white semi-sparkly socks that matched pretty good to his stretch pants. She also gave him some flat canvas tennis shoes, the typical girls' casual everyday shoe. They both knew it had been more than long enough for them to have found something for Martin to wear. In fact, they were certain they'd be in for a scolding when they got back downstairs to find their chatting mothers forgetful of how long they had been gone suddenly were reminded of the matter. Just as the kids made it to the door, so did their mothers. In one innocent and common action Zoe opened her bed room door. At the same time Martin's mother went to begin knocking on that same door. As the door opened and two mothers appeared out of nowhere the two kids screamed in shock. Their mothers, one expecting a door and finding none to greet her hand, were likewise surprised as the barrier that prevented their discovery was suddenly pulled wide open and screamed in shock. A few minutes later, after parties on both sides of the mutual scare got their wits back about them they met at the door again - this time with much less confusion and chaos. Only the briefest of questions and answers were exchanged before all four headed back downstairs, to fresh cookies no longer out-of-the-oven warm and tea that was no longer hot. But, there were, at least, answers - even if they only were to bring more questions. End of Chapter Three ==============================