"It seems as if we have the same hours."She chatted with me almost all the way back and gave me a smile when she got off the bus, one stop before mine...She sat by my side every day all that autumn. Then I had a few weeks off from school during Christmas, and when I again started to commute, she seemed happy to see me.It was at the end of March when she, as usual, hung her coat on the hook by my side, and when she sat down, she looked at me sideways, in a way she had never done before. She opened. She puts the books back on her head and tries to stand straight, but her whole body is trembling now. I sit back on the couch, watching her. She's staring straight ahead, and doing a fucking horrible job of standing like a woman, but man to see her tremble like that. I rub my cock, then grab a beer from the fridge to take my mind off her.Just then, I have an epiphany. I grab a few leather straps and fetch some heavier books (a couple of encyclopedia volumes), tying them together. I then. He’s really quite harmless and rather nice. He just gets a little boisterous sometimes.”Just before they reached the empty chairs, Cindy stopped to introduce Jenna to two men who were sitting at a table in relaxed conversation over a couple beers. Eli, which Jenna learned was short for Leonard, was blonde, blue eyed and well built with broad shoulders and toned abs. while Jim was taller with a darker, latin complexion.Jim had a broad, engaging smile that appeared as soon as he saw Jenna and. The hollows under my cheekbones, and every sharp line in my face that showed my assigned gender. I sighed. Shook my head and looked forward. “Is Boots going to worry about you?” Marsh asked.No. And… maybe. I crossed my legs and ran a hand over my knee. Pressed the short, thick bones under my skin, deep pressure to remind me I was alive. In control. “What you think you know about Boots?”“She’s a real friend. A good person.” His brows flexed together, eyes narrowing at the road. “She.