I just –”She sighed. “No, I’m sorry. I had a really great time with you, and I didn’t want it to end.”“So.” I looked down the street, ...oping that the GettTaxi she had summoned wasn’t already on its way. “I can see you again?”She tilted her head. “Maybe. How long are you staying?”“At least five weeks.”“There can’t be anything at the hotel.”“Of course.”“But I’ll talk to Liora. Maybe we can ... make an exception.” She smiled, and rose on her toes, kissing me. “And I do owe you. That wasn’t how I. 'You plan to have a very good time?' I turned to saw him holding up the box of condoms, 'What a fucking chancer', I thought, 'Take one', I said, getting into the act, and I walked over with my now empty glass.His face lit up, it now appeared I was getting involved in the sexual overtures or the innuendos, flying around the room.He was a man of Indian decent, polite and courteous, as they are, but strangely lacking in the understanding of strong and single mindedness of white European women.I. Mother will always love you no matter who youchoose to be."I went to bed soon after this. I still felt nervous and scared Motherwould not love me. I felt so comfortable in my nightgown and enjoyed thetime I spent with Mother on this day. I fell asleep wishing I was not aboy and a girl instead so that way I was my Mother's daughter.When I awoke Sunday I ran to my mother's bedroom to see if an outfit hadbeen left out for me. I was sad and scared when I saw there was not one.I went into the. We talked about dogs and the coast and traveling around the northwest. I asked about his hobbies, and my new friend responded,I love to ski. Both water and snow. Camping too. I do have k**s. I like art. It’s not my forte but sure. Would you consider yourself a top or bottom or both?This was an abrupt change of subject. I was happy to talk about sex:Smooth segue from art to sex. When thinking of my own sexual interests and pleasures the concepts of top and bottom, common as they are, don’t mean.