She was a very pretty blonde girl with a Midwestern accent."All your affairs in order?" Guy asked as he carried her one small satchel to his car."What...affairs? All I have is mountains of debt and bills. I spent the last cash I had on the train tickets to get to you. As far as I'm concerned, my body is now your property. I brought a couple of changes of clothes, but I'll be part of your machine in a few days, right?" It'll take a couple of weekends to fully build it, but a couple of changes of. We had a chance to talk then and several other times during the morning.Tom had been born and raised on a farm forty miles away.He had to quit school when he was sixteen to marry Jeri.She had gotten pregnant. She was fifteen, a year younger than he.His and her parents were very religious and dead set against abortion.It was a shotgun wedding.Both sets of parents had turned them out on their on after an out of state wedding.Tom's uncle had given him a beat up worn out old pickup to leave in.They. But the police know that each year many mixed-up teenagers go missing for a few days; most turn-up before long; but some don’t. Time would tell.It was another beautiful morning as Elaine sipped her champagne and looked out from the balcony that overlooked Italy’s Lake Como. She was alone and had much of the day to relax pretty much anywhere within the secure perimeter of the villa; but this balcony from her room, was her favourite spot. It was a truly beautiful place to be and she realised how. It wasn’t a massive difference to my appearance, but enough to move me away from androgynous boy to girl. I had another drink at the counter, made small talk with the barista who paid me a nice compliment on the subtle change to my appearance and flicked through a free listings paper, trying to get a feel for any opportunities in the area.I stayed for as long as I could, watching the place get busier as the Friday after-work crowd started to file in, but soon it was time to go. I threaded.