I rubbed Thurston’s head. Mine!For the second time that day, there were tears on my cheeks. I evidently had replenished my supply somewhere between ...he agony I had endured at the shed and getting back to here.“Thank you,” I mumbled, a slight gasp escaping my throat. A deep breath. “I can’t think of anything that would make me want to give up this place.”“I hope not, honey, but it will be yours and yours to decide.”I was still petting Thurston. “Does Thurston go with the house?”Now there were. You give up on getting me to talk and just lay under me until I am soft and come out. Looking at me sadly. I zip up my pants, kick the motorcycle to life and have to jump onto the seat because it is so tall. I look at you standing there for a moment, put my goggles and gloves back on and race away. Out of sight in seconds. You get a fresh pair of panties out of your bag, dry your self as best you can with the torn ones and throw them into the back seat. You do your best to cover with your. The door opened and Brandon came in."What are you doing? You're supposed to try to hurry home." He said in more of a worried tone than angry.Tay walked out the bathroom smiling. Then I got out of the tub and put my clothes back on."Sorry you can't dry off, Tay has the last towel." Brandon said closing the bathroom door." Its fine I didn't get that wet."He locked his hands behind his head then leaned against the wall."Are you sure you're okay?, you left some blood on the bed." Did you forget. I didn'twant to make them wait while I finish getting ready." What church do y'all go to?" Mr. Bannister asked, and I told him alittle about it.He raised his eyebrows. "I'm pleasantly surprised that they're okaywith you being transgender."I internally debated how much to say, and contented myself with "Noteverybody is, but Mom and Dad have stood up for me."Not long after we finished eating, the doorbell rang, and I followedMrs. Bannister to the door. Mom was there, and our van was in.
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