Go ahead”. “No, I have to get out. I need to stretch my legs. There is very little space here”. “Common yaar. We are already late. You can wea... it when we reach your home”, she said, visibly pissed off. I nodded and said nothing. I sat there looking straight ahead. She was driving with her one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear. She staring intently on the road, going a tad of the speed limit I guess.Suddenly I felt her hand on my thigh. She had let go of the gear and her hand was. Since she's out Ineed a volunteer."Steve thought about Clara Jones. People were too cruel to transwomen,even normally tolerant people. This poor girl lost her job because shehad been born in the wrong body and had done something about it. Stevesuddenly felt very aware of his hair, breasts, and body parts that hewasn't supposed to have and realized how weird it was being in thewrong body, and unlike him Clara couldn't fix it in a backroom sciencelab.Overcome with sympathy he blurted out,. You are one God damned fucked up Marine lady; shit, didn't they teach you anything in OCS?"As he yelled I felt his spittle on my face and without thinking of the consequences I responded in kind, yelling right back. "First off Sergeant Rockwell I made an error in judgment, and that's all, an error in judgment and besides it's just a training maneuver for Gods sakes. Christ how do you expect me to learn anything if I'm not allowed to make mistakes. And secondly Sergeant I'm your superior officer. "We're jogging over to Rockwell for a little pickup basketball with the 'Light-Wits', you should join us if Cor doesn't mind."Light-Wits?" Cor asked."The Laser Lab guys. They may have an aura of respectability, but don't be fooled, they're all closet pyromaniacs." Morrie Scheufelt deadpanned."We get the court in 20 minutes!" Arne yelled as they began jogging up Mass Ave. "See ya there!" I don't have a class right away, but if you want to go, you should." Cor said."I probably should. Half of.