He quickly asked, “Why are you in a towel?”Kate, as she pulled up her towel a little higher, said, “Um… What I wanted to wear today, got... uh...�� wet. It’s almost dry but mom forced made me to come downstairs right away to have breakfast with her. Was too lazy to change just for this.”Wow, smooth, Kate! I thought to myself.“Cool,” said Kyle and then he looked at me. I just maintained a blank expression as I continued to drink my coffee to let Kyle think that this wasn’t of my making. More the. It started with a dare. It was supposed to be a costume for a party.Dressing in drag. Then my girlfriend at the time said, "We won't need awig. With hair as long as yours we just need a few curls."A few curls was all it took. Once my face was clear and smooth, thosecurls dancing about when I shook my head, made me feel like somebodyelse. Instead of performing like Rue Paul at the party I found myselftalking to the girls as if I belonged with them.The first time I was introduced to a guy,. 'I just wanted to know if you wanted anything from town', he said in his fatherly way, 'but if you insist', he laughed, 'I will take a tea', I was happy, for what I don't quite know, perhaps having a man to myself in my home.'Good', I said satisfied, 'let me have your jacket', and I reached-in and helped him off with it, I wanted to rip his clothes off.I hung his jacket on the spare hook and made my way back into where he was sitting, 'Why don't we go to town together', I suggested, 'then we. As a baby, then a young child, Archie had been brought up in several Barnardos orphanages as he was moved around the country during the war. Never settling, never making friends he could call mates. He never even knew when his birthday was. Someone had told him his age once but they were unable to confirm his date of birth so he had picked the 21st of June as his birthday, - the longest day of the year, - wanting his birthday to last as long as possible whenever he celebrated it.Gradually, with.