Typing something was good, but not the same. She felta burden fall away as she realized she now knew her story that she hadknown she was a girl as ea...ly as age eight, and likely before, thoughmaybe it took the clothes to trigger that understanding. She wished shecould have had one more talk with her mother. She couldn't decide if shewanted to tell her she had made a mistake, but her mother probably knewthat. She at least knew the doctor thought so. But more than anything,she wanted to. AV aah aahha aaha aah aah aah kare ja rahi thi aur achanak apne dono hath mere sir pe rakhe aur mera sir apni choot mei daba ke tango se jakad lia lekin mai tab bhi uski choot chat raha tha aur usme ungli bhi kiye jar aha tha aur achanak baht zor se awaz aayi “aaaaaaaahhhhhhh” aur ekdum se baht tez wo kap kapayi aur apni choot ka amrit mere jeebh par chorr dia auur uska swaad lajawaab tha. Maine zyada nahi bas thoda sa piya uska amrit aur use dekha to wo ab bhi kaap rahi thi maine kaha “ab pata. Whenthey got there he had to take a three-tiered serving plate from a lowcabinet, the effort of bending down making him struggle for breath. Thenhe had to reach into a tall cabinet to get the box of cookies. As hebegan to arrange them on the tiers, under Chan's critical inspection, shecasually lit a cigarette and inserted it into a long ebony holder. Shedisrespectfully blew smoke into his face.When the cookies were all in place, he made tea and put cups onto aserving tray. Chan huffed. He and Holly exchanged a quick hug, and he already had tickets for all 4 of us in hand. I tried to pay him for ours but he refused. “Dude, it’s OK, I got it. Maybe next time I’ll let you get the tab, OK?”This was yet another converted bowling alley, and the crowd was a bit older than we were used to seeing on a weekend. The music was a mix of 70’s and current, along with an occasional oldies song thrown in from the 1960’s. The crowd mostly seemed to be early to mid 20’s, probably because we.