Then the owner of the bar came over, talkedto me, made me feel welcome and then insisted I meet some of hercustomers. In the back of the bar, there wa... a table with several womenlike me. They were some of the "gender fluid" crowd I was hoping toconnect with. I had the best evening of my life. I've been a regularnow for over nine months now. I walk in and the bartenders will yellout "Stacey," and wave.So how can this possibly be happening to me? I mean, this is my safeplace, my happy place, the. .. much. Nice star lit night, a fingernail clipping of moon hung out to dry ... dead east. South looks good. West is still all lit up. North ... umh ... what happened to north?Nice thing about an aluminum boat ... when the helmsman stomps on deck the crew can hear it.Chief Petty Officer Pieter Olsen USCG, stuck his head out of the hatch ... that put him looking dead north."Holy Shit!" He stuck his head back inside and yelled, "Grace! Suits! Close hatches!" He came up out of the cabin and stood. I was just happy to have him next to me instead the beast that was charging forward. He sat, got comfortable and like a child smiled and glared out of the window. Consistently he would point out the window and I found myself pronouncing things for him as he pointed them out while the bus began to pull out of the depot and down the street. We watched the sun set just as the bus was hauling itself down the highway and into the rural countryside. I awoke as the bus was bumping through the night. We gently led our little lamb to the table, helping her mount it as if she was mounting a lover, face downward looking to the floor. Flat on the table was her position, one designed to make each of Deniece's strokes find their mark, her legs spread wide to allow Deniece full vision of Cinnamon's lusciously ample posterior. Now I, at the front, and Deniece, at the rear, tugged and pulled the ropes to their position at each of Cinnamon's feet and hands. We would tightly bond Cinnamon to the.