His glee was tempered by knowing that if he took too much satisfaction in it, he would get double the grief when his turn came, and it always did. Wha... goes around comes around.Walking the four blocks to Jet's apartment made me horribly aware of the void between my legs, and the odd sensation of my new sex as the muscles flexed around it. It was hard not to think about it, but obsessing was a trap all by itself. I wondered what Jet wanted. Had the Beaver fairy visited him too? Was there more to. “I get it. It was just a suggestion; I didn’t really think that you will follow it”. Zax tapped Mendor shoulder, smiling apologetically.“Enough! It is not a day for jokes, especially if you are going through with participating in the trials!” Mendor berated Zax.In a sense, although there still was a certain form of distance between them, in the past month and a half the two got to become like an uncle and his grown nephew who meet for the first time.In Mendor’s perspective, he saw something. We had friends come visit most weekends. I have a problem being alone today as I have all my life. To not be alone sun bathing I would take my top off. Pull the bottom into the smallest I could. In youth my friend Billy got bored, would let him do things to me, me to things to him. All for the company of that person. Billy was a young love of mine. Would have given him my soul, just not leave me alone. Not one night alone for me, I let him in my room most nights, I woke him to get back home. Everywhere she turned there was someone else she had come to love who she was lying to. The worst was the look on Micah’s face. The patient way he asked if there was something bothering her. The small, relieved smile he made when she falsely assured him everything was fine. She had meant to tell him after his time trial race, but when he won and she saw how happy he was, and how happy his family were she just couldn’t do it. She let herself be swept up in the flow. She let him believe it was.