That's when I met Melinda. She was going somewhere to see somebody who was some sort of relative. For the life of me I don't remember where or who. Wh...t I do remember is that, even in an old raincoat, Melinda, she said her name was Melinda Carter, was about the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. She had big brown eyes, long wet eyelashes, and a cute, upturned little nose. I noticed it because there was a raindrop right on the tip. And even though her lips were blue from the cold, her smile could. And faking being asleep was my intention. I put the check for her services on top of the radio sitting on the table next to my chair. On the outside of the note it read, “For the pool services”. I grabbed a glass of ice tea from the pool side refrigerator and then sat down on the towel covered lounge chair. After swallowing a Viagra I set the glass of tea next to the note I left her, reached over to my radio and put on a nice soft jazz station to set the mood. I got into a comfortable position;. Their eyes had never wavered, but his now had to as he turned around to take her keys from the door. He closed and bolted the only chance of escape, tossing her keys to the floor. There was no way out for either of them. She held her breath. She moved first. All that caution was lost to his eyes as she went within inches, stretching her neck to hold her lips in front of his. Hers brushed against his and he grabbed her tight, as if for survival. Their lips crushed each other's as her hands. I have always worn dresses and long hair. Butlast year I saw what one of my girl friends looked like and I realizedsomething was wrong. I went on line and found out what boys and girlslook like. Mom wants me to take hormones and stay a girl. But I am a boyand want to grow up to be a man." Have you told your mom you want to be a boy?" Yes. But she says I would make a beautiful girl. She says she wouldn'tknow how to raise a boy." Well you are a very pretty girl. I am sure no one has ever asked if.