She was not a perfect beauty, but in these situations, more beauty is the enemy of enough. She was a woman buying a cup of joe. I was also buying a cu...p and was planning to savor it before I crawled, like a hamster, into the exercise wheel of my job and started generating cash for my employer.We had just heard each other's voices and turned our heads to see the source of those first attractive tones. We appraised each other, just as curious people always do when someone attracts their attention.. You do not realise it but you act an awful lot more like a girl than like a boy. Well, about two months ago I was watching one of those talk shows and it was all about boys who like to dress up as girls, and some of them even went out with boyfriends. I started to think about you. I started to think about how pretty you would look if you had some pretty clothes to wear. I started to think about how cute you would be as a girl. The more I thought about it, the more I thought that I could really. I have lots of toys to show you."Julie looked at me and said, "I need to apologize to you. You told me all about you and Carly yesterday and I didn't tell you my story. I will tell it to you now but you must promise me that it will never leave this room. There are only about three people in this area that know any of it. Mom and dad were the only two that know the whole story." My God, Julie, of course I would keep anything you tell me confidential. You have my solid promise I'll never tell. The crate was closed, andin this uncomfortable fashion I spent the long trip.? The setting sun framed Sarah in a scene out of the ArabianNights. The two slave girls kneeling, hanging on every word, could be in anyHarem in the Middle East or Asia,instead of in a fashionable estate in upstate New York. ?I am not going to describe the two weeks I spent with Al-Mansour. From the beginning I did not hope to survive, andindeed, I wished many times he would just kill me and be done with it. By the.