“That was fast.” Arif chuckled dryly. “A little background first. You know that Peytor Valsihkova had come out here to set up a deep space array... using one of the spares from the Wells as the base unit.”“I didn’t know they had finished it,” Keith said quietly.“They haven’t, or at least they haven’t connected all the instrumentation yet. However, they have been testing the equipment they have installed. Everything was routine until they brought the entire array online.”“I thought this unit was. I heard it all. Sissy, fag, queer. Maybe the names finally made me what I was. I was more girl than boy. I was sensitive, caring, loving, and meant well. I wouldn't hurt anyone or anything. This was what I was. So be it. I was all those names and more. Later, the names progressed to transvestite, then transsexual. I heard them all as I worked my way through college. I danced, I stripped, I did lap dances and yes, swapped cash for sex. Not proud, but I set out to be free of all others and I. The woman pulled a heavy magazine, the fall collection Vogue, from her large purse and paged in a few pages. "Of course you do, Reno. You just saw her." She spoke a cultured English with a hint of a Dutch accent. "Would you sign this for me, Miss Cole?" Of course," smiled Vic, taking the magazine and the sharpie. "Please call me Vic. And you are?" Brigitte. This gangly idiot is Reno, and the Viking's name is Pete." Pleased to make your acquaintance, Vic," said Pete in a rougher Dutch. She was in her late 40's brown hair and quite cute. I told her how sorry i was and did not know anyone would be here. She just laughed and thought this was quite the funny. At this point I am working to get my boxers on stll hard as a rock and she walked up and turned the tv back on, looking at me telling me she was watching that. She smiled at me and opened up her robe exposing a nice body for her age and a great set of 38c tits. You do this everytime you come home she asked. I had to tell her.