I knocked. After a couple of seconds, Graham's thin, wheezy voice came from behind the door. "Who is it?"I tried to sound as non-threatening as possib...e. "It's me, Graham. Dexter, from Transgender 101."His answer sounded like he was surprised, even a little afraid. "What do you want?"It felt funny talking to a door, but I kept going. "I want to talk to you about the next assignment. We're supposed to pair up. I was wondering if you wanted to team up with me."Several seconds passed in silence.. I said ok. And I went to her flat. When she opened door, I was amazed to see her in salwar-kurtha with no dupatta. She greeted me with smile and I went inside. She locked the door. We sat on sofa.We chatted normal things. She seems to be very happy because she was from other state and all her friends were there in her state. So she got new friend. I asked about her marriage life. Now she turned little nervous. I asked her what happened. She said she is not happy that her husband is living so. Charlotte was dreading the humiliation to come. She had been disciplined often enough by her boss to know she will make no allowances for being disciplined in front of all these parents. “ Right then,” Mrs. Denver said, realising she was going to have rather a large audience, but no matter as she was resolved to teach her secretary a firm lesson. “I will only be another minute,” and she left the room, returning with one of her canes which was met with looks of awe from most of the parents, and. My favorite spot has an arcade, and one small theater and a larger theater. I was sitting on the couch at the back of the larger theater and as I expected was alone. I did bring a fresh bottle of poppers, just in case I got lucky. I was there for about an hour and with no activity I was just to get up and leave, when I heard the bell on the door. I decided to wait and see if he would enter the theater where I sat anxiously. Now, before I go any further let me give you a little idea of this.