I will let Wendy tell her own story. I say ?her? because she was registered to this school as female. All records which have been checked and double...checked say female. Wendy if you please,? I took the microphone,?It was never my intention to deceive anyone. I expected an incident in physical education or somewhere more restricted than the cafeteria. Yes, my records say female while I do have some form of male genitals at present. Other than passing water, they no longer function as male. I continue to stare, she gets off in two stops, I lick my lips, I can taste her perfume, my mind working hard on creating mental images of her naked, my mind mentally undressing her for me, and I like what I am looking at. Dazing off in my perfect daydream, I feel eyes burning on me, I snap to and find her looking at me, I try to look away but those big blue eyes catch me and draw me in, one stop left, I see her looking at me, up and down, following her gaze. The train stops at her station, she. “Uhm, well, sure. Sure you can. It’s just that I didn’t expect you to come HERE.” She replied, emphasis on the location. “What’s wrong with here? I mean, we have all sorts of great memories in this room, don’t we?” I grinned, walking towards her.“Yeah. Well, yes, we do.” She stammered.“Do you miss our little tutoring sessions?” I teased, putting my hand on her desk.“Carter, please. We can’t...” She pleaded.“Oh, but we can. We can and we have.” I smirked.Many months ago, Ms. Bliss informed me. Leaning out I picked up the front panel of the crate and positioned it. Each of the poles on the frame had holes drilled through them. Each panel had bolts on the outer edges of the panels and lined up with the holes in the poles. Once the panel was on I could put a nut on each bolt to secure the panel on. I used a wrench to tighten the bolts. There were three bolts on each side length wise on the panels and one on the top. I didn't put any on the bottom since I didn't want to be kneeling down.