One day while walking through McClanahan's in State College Ispotted a magazine that changed my life. It was about transvestites andthe pictures were ...very glamorous. I bought the book and from that moment,I have wanted to be a beautiful woman. Now I am finally able to realizethat dream and have attracted several admirers. This chapter recountsSally's Memorial Day 2006 weekend. Saturday 7:00 A.M. I met Emmet for breakfast at Perkins. He is about 6 foot tall, is 57years old and has been a widower. C Frenchie became what everyone thought her be all along – A Vietnamese Communist sympathizer.It was no more an unusual circumstance than to be expected in the storm of confusion that was Indochina in the 1960s.Ice was Frenchie's livelihood.The Americans never asked where it came from. They only knew she was dependable. The fact that she never tried to cheat them impressed them the most. Honesty was a virtue difficult to find in the helter skelter chaos of war torn Vietnam.Of course, you could. Deaglan could hear fear in his voice.Bro.Deaglan sat in silence for a moment,looking at the boy who was wearing a white T Shirt and and knee length. navy coloured Bermuda shorts.The boy was very fit looking and tanned,clearly a boy who enjoyed the outdoors,getting up to mischief."Come over here to me ,boy," Bro.Deaglan said, sternly.Chase walked over and when he was close enough he suddenly was grabbed and dragged,unceremoniously over the Monk's knee. Before Chase could even utter and word of. Without further delay, I give you Chapter 6. Or Chapter 5, Part 2….whatever…=) Thanks, Sin ****** Sloane watched as the concern on Gabe’s face dissipated into disbelief. ‘You can’t help me out here?’ Sloane thought she heard him say. She wouldn’t know cause the statement was directed more towards the heavens then to her. ‘Un-fucking-believable.’ Gabe said pushing past her in the direction of the door. She heard that loud and clear. ‘Look, I’m not happy about this either.’ She said following.