“Just helping out an old friend.” Mike took the cash and began counting what would eventually tally up to ten grands. “Whew, you really hate thi... bitch.” “Let’s just say she and I have a little history.” Astrid smirked victoriously and took the pitcher on the coffee table in front of her. “Whiskey?”“You know what I like.” Mike remarked. Astrid poured herself two fingers of whiskey into one of the many tumblers. She positioned herself in a more comfortable position as she nursed the hard liquor.. And it’s beautiful there. I love it. I’m just going to miss my girlfriends and my boyfriend.” I wondered if Beca had told any of our other girlfriends that she was trans. I’d think that would be something hard to hide from a girlfriend. But she’d kept it hidden from me for long enough. I looked at Joan and Desi and Rachel. None of these girls would have freaked out the way I did. I was still ashamed.“It seems like it would be awfully difficult to live somewhere that people didn’t speak. As she applied the cosmetics, she tried to remember Linda's teachings fromthe day before. She hoped that she had heard the instructions properly.Sitting there, loving the feeling of the pull of her stockings against thegarters, she was happy that her Mom had convinced her to wear stockingsinstead of pantyhose. She felt she would have missed out on thisexperience had she just worn pantyhose. Besides, Mom had implied thatstockings and garters were more feminine and sexy than pantyhose.As she. I almost expected her to bite it. “Jou wan’ change?” Knowing that the 50 was twice what the bill would have been, I declined. “No Wilma, consider it a tip.”“Ja ja, big spender.” she turned and walked back to the counter.Olivet sat and stared at me, waiting for me to start. I smiled and went back to eating. “You sure you won’t have a bite. It’s not the greatest but satisfactory.”“What do you want? You’re paying for the beer and about five more minutes of my time, and then I’m jetting, so speak.