I just couldn't bring myself to tell you."So that's it, David. That's my fantasy. Is it deep and dark enough for you?"She turned away from me and turn...ed off the light. I could hear her sobbing. I spooned against her and wiped the tears from her cheek, but there were so many. They were my words back then, the very same words she'd use with me much later."It doesn't matter - none of it matters - you're mine, all mine." ~~~~Linda was fine the. Andrews.”“You know my name?”“Oh, yes sir. Mrs. Jenson told me to take care of things.” The girl curtsied a second time. “I’m Jeanine, sir, the maid. If you need anything, just ask.”“Thank you, Jeanine. Uh, call me John.”“Oh, no sir. I couldn’t do that.”John was saved from a fruitless argument by Malcolm coming in from the large room opposite the parlor. “Thank you, Jeanine,” he said. Turning back to John, he said, “Come on. Let’s make you another drink,” and led the way into the parlor. Jeanine. I held her, and managed to calm her down. I apologised to her for scaring her, and then she was in my arms, and she was hugging me for all she worth, and I could feel her young teenaged body, so firm and yet so soft, she smelled so clean and girly, and there was an aroma underlying that, and my friend woke up, and I had that old argument with him, and he lost. Then the pain went away, and I began to relax. That communicated itself to Mel, and then, we were just sitting there, holding each. We stopped, and went to bow, and the place exploded with applause.But I wasnt thinking about that. I went to the dressing room, and sat ona bench, trying to collect my thoughts.Something had happened to me out there. At some point I stopped playingthe role of a girl.And found one inside of me.And I didn't want to give her up, to go back to being a boy.So I did the hardest thing I could do, and told Kate, our coach, andfinally, my folks.And pretty soon I'd retired from skating to pursue a.