Ifhe identified himself as a woman, or a transsexual, or a "chick with adick," I'd accept him as such as well.From now on, I'd call him Kristen and tr...y, at least, to think of mybrother as my sister. Maybe, when we said goodbye, I'd even hug himinstead of shaking his hand. But I'd draw the line at kissing. Over ournext round of drinks, I told Curt--that is, Kirsten--as much, and, ofcourse, he--or she--cried a flood. It was embarrassing as hell, but Ihoped anyone who saw the spectacle would. José Luis, Julian’s roommate, is already there and unpacked. They’re pretty similar in build and appearance, and I know from their emails José Luis is a swimmer like Julian. He’s almost as good-looking. They shake hands and embrace, a little awkwardly, the way boys and men do. I greet José Luis with a hug as well and he responds with enthusiasm. He’s more formal with Mom and Dad.Just before our final good-byes, Mom and Dad lead us over to a bench under some trees beside the parking lot next to. The important thing is that itwas a good night. Lots of fun.Occasionally, between long and sweaty bouts of blissful sheetsharing, I would ask her about that thing she had wanted to talkabout in the mall earlier, but she was either too tired or too hornyto really want to talk about it.The next morning was very similar to the one prior. I didn't quitewake her up with breakfast in bed, but we'd fallen asleep togethernaked and despite everything I just woke up so damned horny again.What am I. “Yes I am, thank you,” she smiled shyly, accepting his offer.“Would ... would you like to dance?” He cautiously asked.“Yes I would, Michael,” she smiled, accepting his hand.Abby beamed as she watched them begin to dance, and Michael gave her a thumbs-up smile.“What was that all about?” Brad asked, accepting Abby’s returning embrace.“I’m just playing matchmaker,” she smiled, seeing the new couple dancing.“You’re certainly playing matchmaker with me,” Brad smiled, embracing his love.Brad.