Jackson was a foot taller than Wendy, with broad shoulders and a shaved head. His hand dwarfed mine when we shook, and Wendy clung to him like a hungr...y puppy. We had a nice lunch and conversation that gave me a chance to get acquainted with Jackson. He was articulate with a great sense of humor, and he had a vision for their future together. I liked him right away. That night after we had all retired, I awoke when I heard some moaning. Sitting up in bed I knew what it must be; Wendy and. She said “I was going to call you, it’s too boring alone, I had called up the room service for the TV but still now they haven’t came.” I said “do you think all of our friends are having too much fun? And we are left all alone.” She gave a naughty smile and said “two people can also have much fun if they want to!!” I couldn’t get her, we two were good friends and I was never attracted towards her sexually, but now…. is my expression too loud or she is also having a similar feeling. She has a. Looking backa me was a young girl. At first, the image seemed foreign, as if it wassomeone else. But with each movement I made being mirrored perfectlyback at me by the girl in the mirror, my mind just seemed to accept thatshe was me, almost as if a switch flicked. That switch was an experienceI would never forget - seeing and accepting myself as this new person.As a girl.I looked at myself. My slightly messy hair than down below my shoulders.It was probably the same light brown my old short. It was strange. She usually hated the taste, but this time was different. It was almost delicious. She even ran her fingers around her chin, scooping up the excess so she could suck it off her fingers. Perhaps he’s been drinking pineapple juice or something, she thought, as she swallowed the last drops.Once back in his arms, she listened to his slow, contented breathing. She was sure he was nearly asleep, so she began again to whisper to him.“Baby, do you remember just how good it feels to lie.