"That feels really good," Kelly said. "I'm going to have to remember that next time I do it myself. Keep rubbing there." I think we found your g-spo...," Nancy said."My what spot?" Geez, Kelly, you got to get up on the lingo. Your g-spot. I read that the clit and the g-spot are the two best things to make a girl have a - orgasm." Yeah? Oh, rub it just like that. Harder though."Nancy did as she was told, and Kelly started to breathe heavier. She was feeling hot and a little faint, and. She left straight off leaving me a little bemused.The letter bore the university identification the same as my rejection letter but its contents were much different. It was from the director of the School of Humanities, a Gretel Dorfhaus. Dear Madeline I hope that you are well and not too disheartened by not gaining one of the secretarial posts. I, am afraid, was largely responsible for which I must apologise. However I did have an ulterior motive. After reading your resume and checking. After an hour her friend left, and it was only me and her sitting, drinking and talking about school and other stuff i didn't care about. Then she asked me if i wanted to join her for a walk to the harbour, so we did it. After some walking and talking we sat down on a bench. And there our conversation got a little bit naughty, and the only thing i was thinking about was her boobs, so i took my chance and told her that she got amazing breasts, she smiled and grabbed my crotch and said "Someone. They were neither men nor women, allowing her to accept a penis without the hassle of accepting a man.Roberta, however, was different. She professed to be a transgendered woman - a male born with the heart, mind and soul of a female. What does that mean? What does it really mean? Nelva wondered. In spite of Roberta's convincingly female appearance, was she really any different from any other drag queen? Or, could she possibly have captured the essence of femininity - that something.