She had discussed the idea of a service for trans girls with her partner, but they felt it wouldn't work as a shared service with the new spa. I opene... my mouth, and she held up her hand for me to shut up. One day she said, I would learn to jump in with a pause. I smiled, but what she said next floored me. They thought it was such a good idea they would be prepared to go into it with me as a stand alone business if I could raise some money to put into it.I was speechless. Never in my wildest. I stared atthe ceiling for a minute, then I made the drunken mistake of opening an oldwound. As Wasted Time by The Eagles drifted from my clock radio, I slowlypaged through one of my old journals. My name was written neatly in the margins3 different ways, with my ex boyfriends last name. Tanya Reed-Martin, Tanya Mary Martin, Tanya M. Martin. The old memories of Tommy Martin and how he broke my heart were too much, and the tears I hadn't shed in weeks began to well in my eyes as Don Henley. If you wish to lay out tea, I could change."Mrs. Cabot pursed her lips. Not bad. Thinks on her feet. "An excellent idea. John will show you to your room." We will see what she considers presentable.I said, "Thank you. I am afraid I have nothing appropriate, but I can improve on this. I was down south." I sniffed. "You can probably tell." That scored. Mrs. Cabot fought a laugh, though it looked rather like a frown.She said, "Indeed. Such as you may. I shall await you." This is proving more. But he couldn't see how to do so without destroying the strange but fascinating relationship he already had with her over the internet. He knew if he walked up to her in the street and said "hi, I am Gordon, your hotmail secret admirer", she would run a mile, or at least slap his face and walk off. Even if she stopped and talked politely, the extraordinary rapport that he had somehow built up with her over the internet could not survive such a meeting. No, if he was to meet her, it must be in.