I left her hand and asked her to sit beside me. So we sat and started chatting about this and that.In the middle of nowhere, I asked her that how was ...er life. She said, “It’s fine”. I asked, “Just fine? Why not good?” (well my wife must have told her that I like sex a lot and we do lovemaking at least 4-5 times a week). She said, “Everyone is not lucky”.I asked what happened and why did she say that. And she was silent. I took her hand in my hands and was kind of consoling her. But that moment. This was that moment for me. I'dwatched television shows, movies, read biographies, stories, talked topeople online...this was my first ever in person encounter with atranssexual woman. That I know of anyways. This was the woman I loved. Or is this a man I love? I'm not gay, I have no interest in men that wayat all. This is April, she's doesn't look male in any way. From hervoice to her face to her figure...all girl. But not totally.What do I do now? In a perfect world, I'd have just. "They were both quiet for a minute. Each lost in his own thoughts. Then Linda spoke up again. "You know, Sam was acting a little strange all week. He didn't want to answer the phone, and I saw him looking out the window through a slit in the drapes several times. He even gave me a large envelope and said that I should give it to you if anything happened to him. I didn't think much about it... he made a big joke about it. He said you were investing in his new process and I thought it had. He held me tightly to him, as lost in our kisses as I was. I broke away to look at him again. He smiled knowingly at these affectionate little acts that have become sort of an Absorbing Ritual for me. For us. After a few minutes like this we managed to move away from the entry to the main room where some tables and chairs were set up. The lights were off and it was private, but there was enough light filtering in from outside to see clearly. To see him. To see the joy and hunger in is eyes..