Yeah, I was a wreck. My mother was expecting me to marry a young man within the Muskogee nation, but I kept telling her that I was struggling with mys...elf. I was in the wrong body, the conformity was too much for me, and I wanted a change of scenery from this constant sadness that plagued me day in and out.So, here I am in April of 2006, in my late twenties, wearing a binder around my already size B cups- pre-everything. At the table next to me, was the honey-blonde, long haired beauty reading. I’ve never met the right girl, since…“I knew what he was about to say, and it frightened me. Propriety should have compelled me to decline his invitation, but it didn’t. I knew what would happen and I wanted it.Daryl owned a spacious center-hall colonial house. It was readily apparent that the tasteful furnishings and tapestries were selected with the insight of an artist. Colors complemented colors, wool rugs complemented Brazilian cherry floors, wood complemented leather, which was. As he watched he felt himself getting drawn in. He felt a kinship with ancient times and the gods of old.He was caught up in this feeling when he realised the chanting had stopped. Looking towards the women once more he saw them staring back.One of them stepped forward. She was an attractive woman with dark raven hair with several grey strands throughout. She had pale, smooth skin and piercing green eyes.She studied him for several seconds before speaking."Leave here. You are not welcome."But. I'm in it to win it." But --" The host tried to recover. "But she's called you a bland, blithering idiot. When Fred (a quickly departed player) ended up in the master bedroom with her, she almost ripped his -- ah --" Almost injured him," he ended lamely. "She's called every other player a fool. She reduced every other woman to tears at least once."Pete smiled. "And Brad, too. Yes, I know. Isn't she wonderful? What brilliant strategy. When she shouts, I hear music. When she glowers, it's beauty..