"Seriously?" I ask."Seriously," Jamie says. "He's been transitioning for nine years now,done his absolute best to eradicate anything even remotely fem...inineabout himself- not that I'm complaining- but there are still times,occasions when his 'old self' comes through... Especially when he'saround babies!" I giggle as Jamie gossips about her boyfriend, and aswe head back out into the agency's reception, I find myself gigglingnervously as Stuart flashes me a smile, before leaving hand-in-handwith. I mean, a swimsuit would be nice, but…” “Well, I mean. I could strip down to my underwear, if that helps…” “Wait,” he said, taking his eyes off of his camera. “That’s a bit much, right? I mean, we’re friends. I don’t want you to do anything like that if you don’t want to.” “Come on. You’ve seen me in a bikini before, right? It’s not like it’s that different.” I lied. “We can try and if I get uncomfortable, I’ll put my shirt and pants back on, okay?” “Well, okay. If you want to…” So, with my. Move.’ He shoved Lance aside. He wasn’t about to give the man the victory he wanted. He grabbed the small tote he’d brought along for the weekend and plopped it on the bed, and unzipped it to pull out a fresh set of clothes. Lance laughed at he staggered back and watched Wes move across the room to gather his things. Closing the door, he plopped back down on the unmade bed and couldn’t help but ask, ‘So … how mad are ya? Or are ya really happy, and not just wanting to admit it?’ Wesley glared. "Then I said, to Martinez, "No, he isn't. Yes, Sir! I got the bastard, Sir." Which was strange because I'd never call Martinez 'Sir.'Everything went black...It was hot by day and cold by night. That's the way it always seemed to be in Afghanistan. I was in a tent, sort-of-sleeping all the time. I'd sweat through the daytime, sweating so much I couldn't seem to get any rest. Then the sun would go down and I'd be so cold, I didn't get much rest then either.Martinez said, "You're not in.