Deep down, I know that she gave me life. There is a tremendous capacity for forgiveness between a mother and son. Think about it, what could you do th...t would make YOUR mom hate you forever? There are convicts on death row. Vicious, baby killing rapists, who the whole world hates. Priests, teachers, ex friends and lovers despise them - but one person is there, visiting when she can. One person will beg the jury not to kill him, to sentence him to life instead: MOM. I came to realize that I. I took a sip of water and a quick look at my passenger before I started driving again.It took two more hours, and it was starting to get dark when I finally got to my destination. I had taken occasional looks in the mirror and was quite sure that my passenger had woken up some fifteen minutes ago. So much for the intel.I knew that I had to be extremely careful while approaching him as he was a dangerous man. However skillful I was, I should not test myself against him. I knew that he had killed. I always took precautions, and was never caught,despite a few close calls. By my early teens, I really embraced mytransvestism, and started buying more age and size appropriateclothing and accessories, and found that I could make a veryconvincing young woman, especially after I let my hair grow long. Iused to love walking through the mall, admiring each season's newfashions, and I was never "read" once. Even the woman at the earringshop had no clue to my gender when she pierced my ears.As I. "I know you are busy but we brought you something." "Sure," I stammered, sounding a little frustrated. "Come on in." I turned to lead the way and heard the door shut behind us. I led the way into the kitchen thinking they would not stay if they were not sitting. I felt a little uncomfortable as I leaned against the counter, wrapped in my towel, in front of two people I work with. They were intruding in my house so I shook of the feeling, just wanting them to tell me why they were there and then.