"Fine but it's not finished." She handed over her black journal with a white cross on the front to Friday. She had only a few lines down.Everyone is d...fferent, not everyone believes the sameBut that doesn't mean we have to be enemies"That's really good," Friday said after she finished reading it. "What will it be about?" Probably about friendship or something." Friday handed her her journal."I'm guessing that the Millers will be late again?" Delta asked as she looked up from her journal towards. She read briefly, and then turned off the light and lay on her bed.The hours passed slowly. A few minutes past midnight, Short-714 heard the faintest of a whisper, "Asleep?"Short-714 turned and faced the other bed in the darkness. She whispered back, "No. It's been a really big day for me..." Yeah... so you're a 999 too huh? You're the first one I've met in years..." Really? A city this size... two million... Shouldn't there be some others?" Oh, there are a few. Child Control keeps me isolated. The tightness of the rods underscoredthe acrid smell of the perm lotion. That singular womanly smell that issecond only to the musky womanly smell of female sex. The smell whichis the closest to a pure woman's smell that I will ever achieve. Theapplication of the cotton rolls around my rolled head and the swiftposition of the magnificent and frightening Salon dryer over my plasticwrapped permed head made me somewhat dizzy. What saved me from passingout was the feel of my Mother's hand on mine. Slowly I started listening to satish and got interest in his story. He said that he gets attracted towards ladies stuff and feels like wearing them and he always wanted to be a women and serve his guy. He said about the feeling which he gets when he is dressed mean wile I heard the door sound and some one came in my room and sat beside me but I didnt care much as I was deeply into satish story.While satish narrating his story I was assuming myself in place of satish during this I felt hands.