Our aim with this novel was not to make a huge splash in the literary marketplace as other Islamic-oriented novels have done. On the contrary, our aim...is to publish this novel quietly, quickly, and cleanly, and hope that it doesn’t gain the same unbridled attention and enthusiasm as its predecessors.There is a good explanation for this approach. First, by publishing this work, I am putting my life in danger, and should this novel take off, I would be forced underground. Writing in fear limits. She stopped at Beth's door first.She peeked inside and was surprised to see Beth's bed empty. She quickly crossed the hallway to Cameron's room, and opened the door just enough to stick her head in. Cameron lay on his back with Beth's head resting on his chest. The blankets from just below Beth's arm down hid them. She could clearly see that Beth wasn't wearing a shirt. The side of one of Beth's large breasts was visible, and bulged even larger from being pressed against Cameron's stomach. The. .Yeah I used to be a man, but live as a woman now,” she answered.“That’s what’s up. You like Black dick?”“Yes,” she blushed.“That’s wassup! You like young niggas?”“How old are you?”“Twenty-four.”“Oh wow! I’m a lot older than you.”“Age ain’t nothin’ but a number.”“That is true,” she laughed. “So you’ve been with other trans women before?”“Yeah! I fucked a few,” Fat Tony informed the hostess. “Been a minute since I got some though.”“That’s a shame,” Dianne lamented on his behalf.“That finna. I walked her to her door and she turned to face me, "Thank you for rescuing me" and then she leaned forward and kissed me and I felt it all the way down to my toes. She stepped back, handed me a piece of paper and said, "Call me" and then she turned and went inside.This took place during midterms and I was super busy cramming for exams and pulling all-nighters and I never did get around to calling Chrissi. A week went by and then one day as I was having lunch in the Student Union Chrissi came.