I could not make her understand why I kept going tothat girl's school when I could go back to my high school as Bert. Timeand time again I told her th...at I loved being a little girl and I lovedgoing to school with all those girls and wearing the lovely uniforms. Asusual, I won. Even if I lost I would not change, I was going to go tothe school as long as I could and would go out with any one I chose andI chose the young teen, and pre teen boys. She was well aware of whatwe, the boys and I, did. He was much older, late 40s I imagine skinny with a pencil thin mustache. Honestly he reminded me of John Waters. He moved the stool next to him out and I slid on top with my hand on his shoulder. He said hello and introduced himself as Robert. I replied "Pleasure to meet you sir Im John." He asked me what I was doing in a place like this at 1am. I blurted out that I wanted to be with a man. I want to please a man. I asked if I had come to the right place? He assured me that he would be pleased. A broken man to many, strong to others but what really mattered was the way he felt inside. A soul that appeared to himself like the battle fields of World War I. Filled with foxholes, trenches and the blasts of bombs in the no man’s land of his heart. The air inside resonating sounds of suffering that can be described as the sounds of those that are trapped in a permanent bane of Hell, paying for their sins of life. The ground littered with words of hate, the abuse of life. He did not feel. "What's the big deal," I said with a laugh as I stood up and zipped upmy jeans, "I'm sure guys have cum in your mouth before." Not when I tell them not to," she shot back with a glare, quicklyputting her bra and sweater back on. The pretty necklace was hiddenagain. "Was it glowing?" I wondered, actually wishing I could see itlonger more than her beautiful breasts.I knew I should have just been happy she was willing to go down on meand that I had ruined any chance of hooking up with her again,.