It was abit like I could feel the baby kicking sometimes! Heaven on earth for atranswoman, I thought, mustn't be very different from this. I felt as i...every moment of my life was significant in the writing of my history as awoman.One night I told Mustapha about my feelings, while I was in his lovingarms. His dark, smouldering eyes softened up all of a sudden, like thoseof a man being told by his woman that he is going to be a father. Next,with a glow I had never seen before, he gave me the most. I called him back later that night and it was magic. We agreed to meet the next night after I left work. The next evening it seemed like everything that could go wrong did and it was quite late before I arrived at his house (he's less than 8 miles away - how convenient!). He met me at the door and I was captivated - his photos didn't do him justice. We sat at his kitchen island and drank and talked about everything for hours before he touched me. From the first touch, I couldn't get enough of. " My head moved back slightly. "So where does that leave us then? You just stringing me along? Granted the love is there, but I need more than that. I need you here with me, through thick and thin." "I know," he made clear, leaning to me to kiss me. We kissed for about a minute, then his lips came apart from mine and he leaped onto the bed with me. His arms went around me and held me close to him with our heads on each other's shoulders. We just stayed quiet for a minute and my nerves calmed. That song had since ended, and Troy was now surveying the damage to the opening guitar of The Who’s 5:15.“She’s a MOTHERFUCKING CIVILIAN, HELENA!” Julie shouted from the dining room. “What is she going to do to the FUCKING TRIADS? YOGA them to death?”Helen must have found something that wasn’t broken already, because something shattered with each pause in her reply.“She’s a FUCKING ... GROWN ... WOMAN! And since you want to bring ranks and such into this, Army Brat First Class, she’s also a.