"Angela looked at her husband then the rest of the group. She licked her lips and said, "Well, there's nothing concrete. She just seems, oh, I don't k...now, she just doesn't act like she used to. She is more withdrawn usually and seems really anxious to be home on time. She checks in with Terry constantly. A time or two she has complained about being stiff from doing one thing or another but nothing we can say for sure Terry did to her. She just isn't the same girl you knew before you left Bill.. The idea was still fresh in my mind as his pager shattered the intimate surrounds with its “beep-beep-beep.” “Oh, God, no, “I thought, selfishly, to myself at the idea of him having to leave me for another more pressing engagement; his commitment to his patients. Craig was a surgeon and had been on standby that evening. Although he had not often been called out, it just had to happen when we were at our most passionate. “Shit,” I heard him curse under his breath as he stopped what he was doing. The directions were clear enough. Except that it took me through Pleasant Town’s roughest looking neighborhood. Not exactly the place a guy wants to be alone and dressed like I was. It was hard not to imagine a headline in my paper back home that said, ‘Tucson Trans-gender found murdered in Pittsburgh Suburb.’ My folks would love to read that. Thankfully the street their place was on didn’t look too bad. I just needed to make my way carefully up the steps with these heels. From there it was on. I speak of my life, actions taken, things that I have seen, but all I can think about is her. Her aroma fills the air as the sun beats down, drying all of her body, less a region that stays wetted anyways. It is as if she has a deep gorge which has it’s own stream, one which, for all of her life, has worn a crevice into her skin. As I move my eyes up, taking in each detail of her essence, I see her do the same. The last thing I see is blue rings, of what seems to be water, surround and expand.