I was surprised and quite relieved that no one seemed to work out that Iam a man or at least if they did that they did not say anything. Buthow was I...going to get a girlfriend dressed like this? It was enoughfor me to look at or rather ogle one of my sexy colleagues, Ophelia, tostart with. Wow, she was one hot blonde! But I wanted more. I wantedto be her boyfriend.At the end of my first service my calf muscles were agony and all Icould think of was getting these heels off me as quickly as. I really don’t know why, but the sheepish grin and the way those eyes sparkle when he’s embarrassed…gah I melt. Drool. Now that dinner is salvaged, we talk about school and work and family as I cut some onions and he prepares the drinks. His shirt is still, thankfully, unbuttoned past his chest, so I enjoy the view when he’s preoccupied with whatever it is he does while “cooking.”The house is cool, so we carry the dinner into the large Great Room in front of the massive stone fireplace. An oak. I did my business, adjusted afew straps, refreshed my lips, even put another coat of mascara on,thought about inserting a tampon, but didn't, and I came back to Jacque,who smiled and said: "You look even lovelier after a stop for your femalemagic." I gave him a playful punch in the arm.We found a lovely bistro and enjoyed clams and mussels together. A littlewine was also enjoyed. Jacque asked if I had yet been to the Tour Eiffel.I had not. And he said that I was now going to have that pleasure.. I tracked her down, fought her in an alley, only pulled through thanks to my prosthetics. I had her bleeding on the ground, I could have killed her there and then. Do you know what I felt at that moment?”Boyd didn’t reply, so Moralez answered the question for him.“Nothing,” he said, “not a damned thing. There was no closure, no satisfaction, no relief. Once again, I put everything that I had in jeopardy. My job, my relationship, all at risk because of my own hatred. I know from first-hand.