In the kitchen window I watch my black lips curl mischievously. The MoDhave already put it about that I'm a menace to society. Who am I to provethem w...rong?They're a totalitarian regime, a religious cult and a zombie plague allrolled into one.Yet this isn't the Bucovina hive. It's an imperfect copy, lacking most ofthe sinister attributes of the original.It is a question of priorities. Ours are food, shelter and access to cleanwater. For everyone.We can be a force for good...No!I draw back from. ‘Is my flat really haunted with a sensuous magic?’ I softly laughed as I remembered the matrons words, ‘I think there is magic here, in this apartment.’ I shut off the shower and quickly toweled off. Fifteen minutes later I was dressed and left for the university. My initial presentation day over, I had left my hair down, and my dark wavy tresses bounced as I walked. As I still had time, I was going to enjoy a leisurely walk, sure to find a café to grab something. A quaint sidewalk café seemed. I knocked. After a couple of seconds, Graham's thin, wheezy voice came from behind the door. "Who is it?"I tried to sound as non-threatening as possible. "It's me, Graham. Dexter, from Transgender 101."His answer sounded like he was surprised, even a little afraid. "What do you want?"It felt funny talking to a door, but I kept going. "I want to talk to you about the next assignment. We're supposed to pair up. I was wondering if you wanted to team up with me."Several seconds passed in silence.. 'Ever since the neighbour had moved in two months previously the wife had gone from the tolerated 'good morning' to one of downright hostility', he muttered to himself.She had known from the very first date that he had relatives that were German and had served in the German forces during the war and one in particular, a distant cousin had served in the U-Boats and like so many who did, did not survive the war. He had often commented about the courage of those underwater sailors who knew the.