Mama sees the truth. She gives me a look. I tremble so, for fear she will punish me again, and the feelings come rising up — choking me. I try to lo...k down, modestly, to still my beating heart, to stop the flushed blood rising in my cheeks. I cannot bear it! I get thrown into such a hysteria. I had the misfortune to be born on St. Valentine’s Day — 1844. A well reared and educated girl, I of course do not look for any foolish lace and paper cards decorated with cupids and the like on The Day.. He seemed extremely affectionate with me. After a few tens of minutes of sitting in that position he asked me again:- Please tell me you're not afraid anymore? I behaved like a fool and I'm sorry. But I really don't want to hurt you. Please let me hold you in my arms? Please I really want to hold you in my arms ... Then he put his strong and hairy arms around me.He started telling me about him. His name was Alin, he was 40 years old, he was divorced and had a c***d. He had several businesses in. While Trevor was cooking the steaks Liz poured them all a wine and they talked about general things, everything except the previous weekend.They had their steaks and salads and spare ribs and went inside to the lounge room with their wine and got settled in for a nice evening.After a while Carla asked if the other couple had any regrets about last weekend and Liz said that if anything they felt better about each other than before. Carla said that they felt the same way and perhaps the one silly. I continued."When you lie in bed at night, touching yourself, you imagine that you arethat auburn-haired woman. You don't know why, and it fills you with suchhorrible self-loathing. Am I about right?" I don't want to hear this!" he said in a low rumble. It was a measured,controlled rage."You have to," I said sadly. "That's why you're here. A few years ago, foran English assignment, you wrote a paper on Gender..." I stop myself. Itwasn't called Gender Confirmation Surgery back then. "On Sex.