" We both know that's not possible. And adapting isn't giving up. If youhad lost a leg, and insisted on walking around without a crutch orprosthetic, ...ould that make sense?" That'd be stupid, if I don't have the leg, I need that stuff to walk." And if you don't have your gender... Look, no one is saying that youhave to go around wearing dresses and heels and makeup all the time.Not every woman does that nor should they be expected to. But at thesame time, refusing to explore this new world. When we pressed our lips together, it seemed the happiest moment of my life. After a moment, I cradled her face in my hands and lost myself in the beauty of her loveliness. "Bela, you have been so dear to me for so long. I can hardly believe that this is happening."She smiled at me, a smile so sweet that it created an epiphany for me, a moment when time seemed to stand still. Then she began unknotting my tie, pulling on it playfully to lead me toward her bedroom.We sat on the bed, kissing. So you’re Vera.” I laughed. She seemed to be smart, and I liked that. It’s not often an interviewer understands humour. “That’s right,” I answered. “Well then, Carol, let’s talk a little about you. You’re a writer of erotica?”“Porn,” I replied. “Erotica sounds too fancy for the stuff I write. It’s hardcore porn. I don’t want anyone to read my stuff expecting to find sensual love stories with some vanilla sex scene in them and then be put off by it, so I think it’s better to call it what it is.”. Then she climbed up into the cockpit, and started powering up.Activating the newly installed com unit she said, "This is Commander Kalaria, to all pilots; bring your fighters to 'power up'. We launch when the doors open..." she stopped for a second and gathered her thoughts before she continued, "Pilots of the Washington, good luck. Let's free our people! Remember stay in pairs. Cover each other on your attack runs. Kalaria..."The ship shimmered, the klaxons started blaring, and the massive.