“What exactly are you looking for?”“Sex,” came the surprising answer as she brought up herhead and smiled directly at me as he... silky smoothteenage legs brushed up against mine and she leanedover the table and said slowly to me, “I want to befucked by an older, more experienced man…likeyourself.”I was shocked at her sheer wantonness and boldbehavior, but before I could respond to thesedeclarations, the phone rang and jarred our connection.Kristina. God I missed this closeness. The feel of her, the warmth of her body, the smell of her hair all made me feel a little lost and dizzy. I wanted to sink into her, I wanted to join with her and lose myself in her. We kissed again and then I lay back on my pillow. I didn't want to reject her and I didn't want to give this up either but I was going to have to find a way out of it. We lay there for a few minutes in silence, she was still trailing her fingertip along my chest and my stomach. I was. Zavier met Shanna outside the venue. They embraced.“Thank you so much, Zay!”“Don’t mention it. You ready?”“I guess.”Shanna’s presentation was about the community engagement of gender-variant populations living in public housing. The event was sponsored by the Depart of Gender & Sexuality Studies. Her doctoral program was an interdisciplinary drawing on the fields of sociology, social work, & urban studies.It was some academic ivory-tower bullshit Zavier thought initially. This information. The bus came to a halt and the doors opened, the driver smiled at me as I felt his eyes travel from my feet slowly up my body and amazingly I felt he could see right through my skirt and blouse and seemed to know I was naked beneath the outer covering.I bought my ticket and turned to walk down the aisle and I was in look a man; aged around 60 years was sitting in the right spot to watch me climb the stairs. I made a big thing about swaying my hips for the driver and inadvertently ended up.