“So where are you going, just to Paris or further on”? I asked.Yes just to Paris, I’m meeting up with my friend for the weekend, she’s working...here for the summer”.“Is she a ‘special’ friend”? Carl asked doing his quizzical left eyebrow raised look.“I wish she was”, she replied, “I’ve fancied her for ages, but Claire is a bit straight, if you know what I mean. I’ve only recently managed to get her to shave her pussy, it looked like a bit of a jungle down there”, she laughed.“So she’s straight. She loved the ocean and wanted to see it one time before she left.She turned around and walked back.Earlier in the evening she had noticed various paths through the thick tall sea grass, all leading to the bluffs above the shore looking down to the rough beaches and pounding surf. It was getting louder and louder, like the beating of her own heart.Walking in her sexy heels, she stumbled a few times until she found the rythym of the path beneath her feet, finally finding steady footing bringing. “What?” she exclaimed looking at the both of them, a sly grin on her face. “You two can’t keep your eyes off each other, not to mention acting all twitchy and nervous when you get close.” She gestured back toward their instruments, now stacked neatly in their cases. “It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out your earlier problems trace back to this.”“Really?”Reba laughed. “Girl, I may be getting old but I ain’t blind, or deaf for that matter!”Josie could feel the blood rush to her. We don't need, nor will we put up with a fucking queer working here.” “Just so you know, sir, I'm a transsexual in the process of transitioning.” “Call it whatever makes you feel better, but a queer is a queer by any name.” I stood up and showed him the small recorder I had in my shirt pocket. “Then I'll be back on Friday to collect my things. Oh, and by the way, did you know that it's illegal to terminate a person for religion, race, or sexual orientation? If not, you WILL learn!” “Leave.