Maybe $200 or $300. Somewhere in there.”I did a quick calculation. “And do you know how much interest you pay each month on that credit card debt?...I’m guessing it has to be over $200 a month, on a balance that high. So, if you didn’t have to pay all that in interest every month, you’d be making enough even in the bad months to pay all your bills, right?”The light bulb came on, and she saw what I was thinking. She nodded. But she wasn’t quite done.“Are you sure you can afford to do this?. I signed up for the free sights. Hey, I’m cheap. I was just shopping around looking to see who was out there. At first, I didn’t enter a picture. Guys would write back and say, ‘Hey, what do you look like? I don’t talk to people without a picture.’ So, I fell into the trap of the on-line dating websites. I go from one to another. Enter my zip code. Up pops the same guys, website, after website, after website. They are all old, fat, balding, boring, motorcycle-riding, ‘gentlemen’. All I want is. “What is the score.?”“One!” I replied taking out those high heels.“Great! That’s a nice start two more to go to complete today’s target…”“I thought today’s target was only two!” I exclaimed, picking up a water bottle from the refrigerator.“The more, the better.!” She quoted.“How did it happen? Tell me everything…” She added.I don’t know what, I got a great urge to share everything with her. I think this is because of those girlish instincts. “His name was Abhishek. He came up to me after you. .. and again, I could not force the breath out of my lungs. It was some odd block that just worked whenever I intended to talk.Weak, I found myself kneeling.Even the act of kneeling felt so damned odd. Different musculature, different weight balances. I had to brace my hands on the floor not to fall over."You can talk again," he said."I'm sorry, Simon. You can't believe how sorry I am," I blurted out. "Please, just let me go. I swear to God, I'll never pretend to be a woman again." Oh, I know.