Thank God Ivan gets off my chest. It seems like forever but finally the smoke dissipates, I stop coughing, and can see again. The first thing I see is...a Captain standing over me. He speaks but I still can't hear him so I say, "I can't hear you because you flashbanged the hell out of us."He leans down close to my ear and yells, "Jennifer Donaldson, you are under arrest for acts of domestic terrorism."I don't understand so I complain, "What the fuck are you talking about?"He leans closer again. Whatever she saw there must have been satisfactory ’cause she leaned in and kissed him on his scar. He groaned at the feeling of her lips on his skin. His heart dropped into his stomach as he watched as she licked his scar, lightly, almost as if she wanted to absorb it into her. He knew then that even if she couldn’t say it yet, she loved him. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. She ran her hand again down his chest, soothing him. ‘What about this one?’ she asked, pointing to one on. There's no physical presence, and you can always just disappear (or so you think... ) if you do embarrass yourself. For example, I have received intimate pictures of women and girls over the Internet before ever meeting them in person. I don't recall ever receiving a picture of a woman's breast or vagina when meeting them in the real world! I have such pictures from 3 of the women I've met online over the last 4 years. One of them I never did actually meet in real-time! Conversely, many times. I smiled. “Yes, “nameless” we’ll call you – Anamika – Nameless”. “B-B-but that’s a girl’s name”, I stammered. “Well, you’re wearing a girl’s panty aren’t you?”, he smiled. “How long since you began?”, he asked. “I always wanted to look like a girl, I started wearing my mother’s clothes since I was 10. But when she…….”, I stopped. “Say no more. I understand.” He turned up the AC and we sat silently for another 10 minutes while listening to some soft music. “I can help you” he said quite.