Jacques stood and closed the distance between them, taking her hands in his and looking down in her eyes. “I have to see you again. You have bedevil...d me, and I cannot stand to be away from you.”Marguerite tried to pull herself free. “Please, let me go. I need to go back to my husband.”“Look in my eyes and tell me you do not feel it,” Jacques demanded.“I do not feel it!” Marguerite declared.“Look in my eyes and say that!” Jacques insisted, lifting her chin and meeting her gaze.She stared at him. “I think you’re gorgeous, and sexy, too.” “My father named me Nickolas. He wanted a boy so bad; but be careful what you wish for, I guess. I used to be so close to him, but it was like he just couldn’t accept me for who I am…on the inside and the outside.” I sat on the couch, pulling her down into my arms and wrapping a nearby throw blanket about our naked bodies as she talked nonstop for an hour. She had been born a boy but always felt like a girl and was well on her way to becoming one when. Naked shadows of creatures danced around the room creating an eerie environment not unlike that of the dank caves in childhood tales of dragons and yore. One of the creatures walked up to me, naked except for a white piece of fabric wrapped intricately around his waist. He spoke in a low tone. "You're late Cam, get your ass dressed for gym." It might have been the smell or the heavy feeling of the air, but ever since I was a kid, I have always HATED the boy's locker room.I walked over to Ian. As I sat at the table and she served me food, I kept on checking her out. My eyes moved from her eyes down to her thighs and back up, following every inch of her, the curves and the bulges, wondering if I’d get to see more of them some day. I think she might have noticed me checking her out like that as she was smiling and blushing too.Over dinner, we started to chit-chat. I asked her what the party was for and she told me it was because her husband was promoted and was moving to Dubai for a.