"You have male genitalia, of course," she says. "And I have femalegenitalia. But this is where the biology stops. Having male genitaliadoesn't make yo... any more a man than having female genitalia makes me awoman." I think it's exactly what makes us men and women," he retorts, thoughnot as forcefully."Let me ask you this way. Apart from the genitalia, what exactly are themasculine traits?" she asks. "What is it that makes you a man?"Before he can answer, she continues."A man is big and strong,. I would have approached you immediately, but you were with a man… I wanted to meet you so badly, I decided to follow you from a short distance…’ I watched him closely, studying his features. He really was quite handsome, it would be a shame if I had to waste him. He was dressed well, in black jeans and an open collared shirt with a suit jacket over it. He had an expressive manner, gesturing with his hands as he spoke, wide hazel eyes and shoulder length blonde hair. I realized as he continued. ”“Are you sure you won’t want to see what another girl is like?”“No, I’m happy with you.”Kelly tightened her grip around me, kissing me all over my face. We cuddled together, holding one another as I tried to fall asleep. I couldn’t help thinking about the future, our future together. The idea of falling asleep with Kelly every night, and waking up next to her each morning, was more than appealing to me.I found myself alone in bed when I woke up the next morning. Sitting up, I rubbed the sleep. Inger still had some chickens and and a couple of milk cows.She had been raised to live off the land in Denmark and wanted to keep at it as long as she could."How long have you lived on that farm Inger? I don't believe that I ever asked." It feels like my whole life but not really. I was sixteen when my family came over from Denmark just before the war." A lot of people were fleeing Europe around then I suppose." Oh yes. Peters family had relatives over here in the US and they sponsored them..