Toliver, I have found many references to Miss Dubois', Miss Delgado's and Miss Tiernay's deaths but no reference to their subsequent survival." Oh, fu...ck," I muttered. Shit, shit and more shit! Why hadn't I done this before? What an idiot."They didn't report it," Terry stated the obvious. The happy-go-lucky look was completely absent from her face; in its place was a hard, cold calculating one. If that look had been aimed at me I'd have been scared to death. What am I saying? I was scared to. He finished it off with a pair of multicolored strappy wedge heel sandals and some oversized gold hoop earring. He gelled his hair into a perky pointy Mohawk then applied his make-up. He called a cab and told the dispatcher he was heading to Mister B’s Lounge on BTW.Meanwhile, Kristi had begun messaging with this new hookup Sunni had provided. Mr. King told the five-foot-eleven-inch, two-hundred pound soft nineteen year-old that he could break free about two in the afternoon tomorrow. They made. It was kinda nice to know that Amy remembered how much I liked it. Amy made some coffee for me and said she was going to change into something more comfortable. She returned in a pair of old sweats and t-shirt(you all thought some type of sexy outfit didn't you*L*).We chatted about all sorts of things that night. Things like when did she realize that she was a she and not a he, confusing isn't. She told all about her college years where she was confused and scared. "Mary was her name." Amy. I was a nice middle-class boy with a nice expensive haircut and a nice expensive suit. I went to an up market health club to keep my body in peak condition. I'd even dated a nice girl from time to time. So you'd be right in thinking that I was a bit of a closet case. I used to pass a gay bar on my way home from work; in the summer the faggots would spill out over the pavement and ogle me as I jogged past. I wanted nothing to do with them and no way did I feel part of them. Don't get me wrong -.