.." Dorthy tried to remember why she was looking at something. What she was looking at. Something. The woman was taller than her, and had long, blonde...hair."You were relaxing," the saleslady said. "Drifting... and relaxing... It's been a long day, and you're tired..." Yes," Dorthy replied. Almost whispering."Tired, and sleepy, and looking for a way to relax," the saleslady continued."I was..." Was she trying to remember something. The saleslady's eyes were so pretty. Her voice so soothing. She. As with that story, any mistakes or misunderstanding of the issues facing PWD communities are mine and mine alone, and I hope I don’t cause offence. A key element of the story was inspired by Pascale Honore, a woman with paraplegia. Use your favourite search engine. –ooo OOO ooo — ‘Alex, take me down to the sand, be my legs today.’ We’re staying in a small town in the far north of the state, where Amelia’s grand-parents built their summer retreat before she was born. By the ocean, this is the. As we danced, I kept my eyes in Tamara; she was still sitting at the bar and suddenly I realized she was a trans girl… I told it to Ana, but she smiled and said Tamara was so fucking sexy, no matter if she was a woman or a man.After dancing Ana came back to sit close to Tamara and suddenly told me she wanted to take her new friend to our hotel. Both were laughing and acting like best friends. In our room we smoked, enjoyed some music and both girls danced.Tamara went to use the bathroom and Ana. She was sleeping soundly … Thank God it was only a dream. I don't think I could have gone on if it had been real. I placed my hand on her forehead it was cool her fever had broken. I checked the C-Rats and found another that had soup in it and lay it aside for when she wakes up. I knew I had to get her to a doctor I also knew that that there was no chance of rescue as long as we stayed where we are. I inflated the life raft attached the motor. I began loading what supplies we could take with.