" Ooooh, nice carpets back here, there's more leg-room at least, although not as much as I expected." Yeah, the Flying Spur we just drove is bigger, m...ore of a limo, but this is my kind of car. So are you free for the night?" Why, where are we going?" Oh, I thought we'd take a trip to Edinburgh." I've got nothing to change into if we're going out." Where we're going, we don't need clothes ... and for anything else we've got this," I tossed my new credit card onto Pixie's lap."Is that what I. ” Words to some extent I live by.Yesterday is another country- and the borders are closed. It is an arrogance of the transient. Only that which I chose to bring with me into today comes with me. I don’t need to worry about the people who are hurt; they only can contact me if I choose to give them the ability to do so. Otherwise, John is gone.Tomorrow is never assured and may not happen. Existing purely as myself, tomorrow either exists for me, or it doesn’t exist. When a normal man exits the. I got to sit just beside her. I had an hour to kill, but little did I know that I would find an hour too short a time.Just as I took my seat, she stopped reading her Mills and Boon to move her bag go give me space. I acknowledged her. She repositioned herself and got back to her book. She was sitting crossed legged with her right foot over her left. I was to her left. I began to watch a movie on my phone.Less than ten minutes had passed and I noticed that she was no longer as composed as she. I like my makeup face more than my bare face.I prefer kissing men to women.And I like dick better than push.Everything became so naturally so.I don't project myself on the girl in that painting.Because I'm already a woman.A woman with the body of a 40-year-old man.If I were to undergo a transsexual operation now, I would look like this.It's all gone now.My fantasy?It's actually nothing.I'm sorry to let you down.I once wanted to be a porn star.I wanted to be a lover of all the men in the world.I.