"Squeal! And a kiss. A long, hot, hungry kiss. "You'd've left this job to stay with me, Alan? Really?" Oh, little princess, I'd've got me a bag and st...arted collecting cans off the side of the road to stay with you. This job? You? Oh, come on ... no choice at all." And I meant it.I looked at my watch. "D'you have an appetite now?"she smiled. "I could eat something." Get your shoes on. Let's go." Fried catfish soothes the stomach quite well. Back at our little home, we packed bags for the next. "Thought you and your friends might enjoy some Waterloo hospitality?" Smiling, I start to pass around the drinks. There are seven of them and I am one short. As he turns to me, brow arching, I smile and hand him the bottle of tequila. "You didn't look like you were having as much fun as you should have, so I thought I might help." Picking up two shot glasses, holding them for him to fill. All the while, his friends are looking on at us, surprised. Stunned. They murmur their thanks for the. Then it stopped. Then nothing but silence. I decided it was time I got out of there before things got already Stranger Than They had. I start twisting my body and trying to get through the door the rest of the way but my hips just won't fit. I guess I do have the ass like my mother said I would. This went on for what seemed like a minute or two and then it felt like two pairs of hands grab my legs and my ass. And I was frozen there I couldn't move the lower part of my body. When I was bucking. * * *That night at the reading, Samantha got up on stage in front of theaudience of rowdy transgender writer-punks and read her story to raucousapplause. Amber gave her a big kiss afterwards and Hunter told her thathe loved her magnificent prose and asked to read more. Zoey complimentedher feminine poise and composure, too, which she tried not to read as aninsult towards her writing and instead tried to enjoy as affirmation forher feminine appearance, which she was beginning to enjoy,.