I showed my letter to the teacher telling her why I was there. That was Mizz Gregory."We've heard a little about you, Cindy," she said. I saw her eyes...looking, noticing my wedding band. "You're quite the topic, you know. Your friend Kaitlyn's no slouch. She got a twenty-eight on her ACT."I looked at Kaitlyn. I remember the day we took the tests. She was worried. Apparently she shouldn't be worried."I hope people are saying good things about me," I told Mizz Gregory."Frankly," Mizz Gregory said,. How are you today?"Wondering whether we dare to askHer to join us for dinner and a movieBefore we take her homeTo kiss and cuddle, suck and fuck,By then heedless of her sex and gender.DISQUALIFICATION ROUNDRound,They hang and floatPastManly gazes and womanly ways,BeggingTo be squeezed, ogled, left alone;They changeTheir minds or change the minds of menWho seeThem and stare, formulatingA hundred reasons and a thousand waysFor their display.I myself, who love breasts best(after feminine. The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just around the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal. We are not like that. We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not. After all we’ve all been through with the kids.”She looked downwards, ashamed.“After what you saw, I can barely bring myself to look you in the eye.”I sighed and thought for a moment before replying.“It was a bit of a shock, to be honest. I’d no idea you were into that kind of thing.”“We all have our… preferences, don’t we? And what the hell were you doing outside Andrew’s window anyway?” she asked, suddenly annoyed.“He’d left some important papers at the reception, so I brought them straight.