I have never slept with a man who had one. I don't want to tell him about myself. Or about spacing. But little by little my whole story comes out. He ...istens well. Nothing seems to shock him. Not the women or the men or the sex change itself. We become friends. He tells me his life story. Just out of college and at loose ends. Working odd jobs to make odd money. We go places together. Movies, museums. Baseball games. I haven't been to a game in years. I can relax with him and not worry about. And now, after all this time, after I finally swallowed what feelings I did have for you, just to salvage a friendship YOU wanted, here you go, 6 months later, in my home, asking me what went wrong, as if our relationship just fell apart of it’s own will. Sure, I’ll forgive you, in due time. But tonight, sweetheart, isn’t that time. And tomorrow isn’t looking too good either. Good night.’ Before I could go into the bedroom, she grabs my hand. I turn to say something else, but before I could,. I found a bench near by and sat down and fought the feeling of throwing up. I about ten minutes I felt better and went back inside. I got a fresh drink and went back to that same table. Those folks where still setting there. I said hey again and sat down. The wife of the couple asked me if everything was OK ? I said yeah why. She said well first of all we just saw your wife and another guy going out that door back there then you show up pale as a ghost. I said everything is nice trust me. I. "So, Richard," he said, "how was it, being with a woman?" Pretty awesome," I grinned back, and it had been, I was dying to seewhat more Rebecca could for me and to do what I could to thank Robert,"I hope you can get an experience like that some day soon." It might be sooner than you think," he replied slyly, "that girl,Rebecca, has a twin sister and I'm hoping she can show me a good time,"and then reverting to speaking in Rebecca's womanly tones, he added,"so, how about it, Rachel?"ROBERTIt was.