She and I both laughed, put in another movie, and did eachother's nails. We've had the talk where I explained that while I love tofeel girly and femi...ine, I'm not a woman inside. And while I've shownher my fantasy writings involving forced femme and sex, I made it clearthat I have no interest in men. So, she knows it's all fun and games andto this day she's the only real person who's seen me as Marisa.I'm not sure how life could have gotten better. But when life is good itcan come crashing. There is no water falling here, and it hasn’t rained in a few days, so the rocks are quite dry once we’re out of the water. We clamber quickly across a rock ledge that juts out over the deepest part of the pool -a good diving board- and make our way to the waterfall itself. The water doesn’t run hard enough to knock our feet from us, or deep enough to submerge us if we lay on the worn, curvy shelf, but it will keep our bodies wet and thus warm as we begin to make love. Once I have helped you. Oh you’ve got to remember her.”I finally remembered who he was talking about and said, ‘Oh yes, you mean the coach’s daughter from high school.”Tim said, “Yes that’s her. Well I met her a few weeks ago. Did she ever grow up. She works at the Blue Pussycat down on Elm Street as a waitress. Too bad she’s not one of the dancers. She has a killer body.”I said, “Really. I haven’t been in there in years.”Tim said, “Well you should check it out. Fergie is easy too if you get there just before closing. When Kerry stood up she gave us all a big smile, reached for Tom’s hand, rubbing his now bulging jeans as she grabbed his arm. The wet spot on Tom’s light blue jeans was extremely obvious and said a lot about his state of arousal. As we walked the few blocks to my condo, Tom became self conscious of the wet spot on his jeans. He was trying desperately to keep a hand over the wet spot but between Kerry trying to hold his hand and the unnatural position he had to have his hand to cover the spot,.