I took her glass fom her hand and placed it on the floor. As i bent over she started caressing my tattoo on my lower back with her soft finger tips. i... ran my hand slowly across her denim covered thighs. she started to kiss my neck running her tongue up and down firmly. i started to unbutton her jeans exposing her white lace thong. i could feel my insides churning wanting her more and more with every second. i slowly pulled her over the sofa so she was laying on her back as i slid her jeans. I was escaping the wrath of my mother, the confusion of my older brother and younger sister, and reminiscing about the Anglo father I never knew growing up. I changed my birth name (Brianna) to Bronx, cut my hair to reflect the style most young men wore at that time, and began to deal with my life as a transgender male. 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 myself. I was in the wrong. The oldest Bradley girl left, shaking her head. I figured that Robbie would tell her as much or as little as she wanted her to know later."You say anything involving the words 'life' and 'complicated' and I'll hurt you," Robbie said as the door closed."Me? I'm just enjoying a nice relaxing Saturday." So what'd your dad think of the game?" Tami asked as we walked. The temperature had jumped up to a tropical sixty-two, and we were wearing jeans and t-shirts and circling the trailer park. I had. Have you seen them?’ I scoffed at his question. I hadn’t seen anything more than an hour from Fargo. ‘Hah, no. I’ve barely left the city my whole life.’ The Hiker’s eyebrows drew up sharply and he looked at me over his sunglasses. ‘No shit? You should come with me.’ His head tilted towards me, a conspirator smile blooming. This man was the devil and he had come just to tempt me. ‘Just a week or two, then take the bus back home. No big deal, just sight seeing.’ My heart was drumming so.