She said that it should beuncomfortable to be dressed in anything but women's clothing.She sent me back in for yet another glass of wine. I was havin... troublewalking, but made it back with two more glasses. We sat down for thelast cigarette of the night. At this point, she didn't mince words. Shesaid that my transition into womanhood would also mean that I needed tolearn how to please men. She said that eventually I would need to getbreast implants. This weekend job would help pay for that.. Technical stuff is fine—the how-to's they really want—but we have to keep to a collaborative standard with all of us talking directly, OK?" This is highly unreasonable and unprofessional," interjected Heisinger. "You've used your presence there to unilaterally present a specific view—your view, your own personal approach to this. Now you require the rest of us to adhere to that unless we consult with you first and secure your agreement. Amanda, you don't own this mission, you can't take it over. “So here’s what’s gonna happen.” Spoke the first masked intruder, lets call him Thug 1. He had a deep voice. This was the first time I was able to actually get a good look at the thugs. They were all black. I knew because they were all wearing tank tops and jeans, exposing their shoulders.“You put one of our boys away.” Sneered the first guy. “That doesn’t fly in our crew.” He looked at Amber savagely, and my heart sank as he ran a big black hand over her breasts. Tears started flowing from. Eventually, Tim stood and opened the top drawer of his bureau. Pulling out two red farmer’s handkerchiefs, he put one next to Eve’s hand. He wiped his face with the other and then blew his nose.Eve sat up on the bed and did the same.Tim sat on the same side of the bed. Not too close. They couldn’t look at each other yet. Both stared at the floor for the longest time.Eve finally spoke. “Why?”Tim sobbed again. Eve sobbed again. They each choked on the emotion of the moment.Tim shrugged.“Who is.