Of course my closefriends and neighbours don’t know of my dual-personality or sexual orientation, which is probablybest, because I don’t t...hink they’d accept me as ‘Lucy’in their neighbourhood if they did! And whilst theydon’t actually know me as Lucy, quite a few have infact met me as Lucy! There are four married men on myavenue for example, that regularly meet ‘Lucy, the sex-starved trannie whore’ and one of their wives aswell! Neither of that. ‘Hi… Are you my guest? I am expecting Jack.’ ‘That’s me. And you are…?’ ‘Tatyana. Please come in.’ She stepped aside and perused Jack as he entered the room. From front or behind, head to toe, Jack was one handsome dude. Sometimes a girl just got lucky. Tatyana closed and secured the door, then motioned Jack to a chair. ‘Can I get you something? A drink, perhaps?’ ‘Sure, that would be nice. I like scotch, neat, no ice.’ Jack watched Tatyana waltz across the room. Her strapped heels propped her. "This is awesome!" Sveta almost jumped up on her feet for joy."Right you are! It's a once in a lifetime chance!" Mr. Avdushev said in a serious tone. "You are certainly pretty and I'm really interested in your possibilities."After that, the coach started praising how great she was and what a brilliant career she could have. As her excited parents talked to him, young and pretty Sveta was elated at the news. After hearing all that great stuff about their daughter, they took him for a tour around. British people are obsessed with the weather.As the train moved out of the station, and to avoid listening to their conversation, I took my book Ignite Me by Tahereh Mafi out of my bag and started reading. A while later my attention was disturbed by the two women getting very animated, laughing and giggling at photos they were sharing on their smartphones and what sounded like posts on social media. With my attention to reading disrupted, I looked over the top of the book’s pages to be greeted.