After all, I think your novella is first rate work. But as I said in my letter, novellas are difficult sales, unless the author has a solid reputation...”“Well I can summarize it...” Paul said, causing Carol to look at him and not the manuscript.“Please do,” she said.“It. um, takes place in 1947 ... um; actually there are two reasons for that. One my protagonist, Ray, wants to write the great American novel, just like every other GI back from the war. He thinks he’s found the answer in a murder. ”Her hand con­tin­ued to stroke my cock. “I don’t know,” she said. “It all de­pends on what you think I’m ask­ing. What do you think I’m ask­ing?”What was I think­ing? Was she just toy­ing with me? Screw with the re­porter. Nah. She didn’t even know I was a re­porter. Maybe she was just screw­ing with me for no other rea­son than that was what she want­ed to do. The only thing I didn’t think she was play­ing me. I thought she re­al­ly meant it. “I think you’re telling me you want to have sex. “No need to thank me. That guy was a dick.”“You got hurt.”“Yeah well… small price to pay.” And it was true. When we were younger and kids bullied Cassie for being transgender, I couldn’t really stand up to them. I’ll never forget that day when she came home crying her eyes out and I laid down with her to comfort her because I felt it was the only thing I could do. I was smaller and younger. Though I wasn’t too much bigger now, it was the first time in my life that I actually helped her out. And. She then had me dress, and with my recently showered and dressed companions we went to breakfast. Here she was her old self, no doubt for the benefit of the staff, enquiring if we could walk round the lake and how long it would take! The answer of 2 to 3 hours seemed to fit into her plans and encouraging her companion to drink plenty we were soon off to walk the length of the lovely lake, via our rooms to don sensible shoes and jackets and collect my camera. The day was bright sunny and warm,.