Not exactly true but anything I'll say will giveaway too much of the story. Maybe I'll put it in the closing.I will credit Glen Duncan for what is the...best "waking up dead(or drunk)"scene ever written which I paraphrase as my opening paragraph. For thoseof you who have read Death of an Ordinary Man, you know what I'm talkingabout.At long last(gasps for breath) my very own TG story.Anybody whose done a fair bit of traveling can tell you about hotelmornings. Those first mornings in foreign hotels. The seas parted and I had no choice ... Shit! Shit! Shit! I unlimbered my hawk and eyed the target ... I moved six inches back from my original stance and gave it all I had.THWACKThree judges started stopwatches.It STUCK! Good God Almighty ... it stuck! and I was off and running to station number one.At station one I carefully loaded, powder in the measure, replace the violin peg stopper.Out loud I said, “POWDER-Patch-BALL ... short starter-patch knife-cut the patch-replace the knife-ram the. ”“Yes, baby,” Thane says pulling Christy in close to him. “That is exactly what I meant.”“Good,” Christy says, giving him a quick kiss. “Maybe after school you can take me to the mall and buy me something to make for the misunderstanding.”“Maybe,” Thane answers, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her away with him.Trent stands at his locker, watching until they are both out of sight and around the corner. He sighs heavily, pushing his locker closed, wishing that it was him in Thane’s. She got up, grabbed the towel, which she had lain under her when she’d mounted the bed, and covered her vagina with it. “Now, I know what you can do, I will need to train you some, but you do have potential.” she said, as she headed for the bathroom. Not wanting to be argumentative at this moment of moments in my life, I kept my mouth shut.Well, at least there wasn’t any blood on the sheet, that was something; I thought as I waited for her.She was in the bathroom for some time. I heard the.