I sat on one of the lounge chairs and looked up at the stars. Something was going on between Joe and MaryAnn. There was a connection there; I just cou...dn't put my finger on it.The next morning at breakfast, Joe approached me before MaryAnn came downstairs."I want to apologize for my behavior last night. I'm afraid I got a little melancholy and had too much to drink." Nothing to worry about, no harm was done." Thank you."After breakfast I went to my desk to check out a couple of things. There on. Workplaces were required to post their standards so thatvisitors knew what they were in for.The stickers were mostly a relic of the early days of the program.Technically, no one had to enter a workplace environment that didn't matchtheir current genitals. For example, a delivery driver with a vagina couldrefuse to deliver inside a building that had a male standard. Thatdelivery driver wouldn't be employed for long of course, but technicallythat was a right they could use.That's one of the. What they really want to know is if you invited me home and I banged you," I answered. "Why is that such a concern to them?" "Mostly its our age difference. The men want to know what I have that they don't. For the women it's what do I see in you and visa versa and if they have a chance." "Let them believe what they want," she replied and we clinked glasses. "I am really looking forward to tomorrow night," she said softly as she placed a hand on my thigh. "Me too," I responded without any. Taking the elevator up to the twenty-seventh floor, Bill leaned against the wall after finding the door locked. In fifteen minutes, a woman came down the hall and opened the door. Bill followed her in and said. ‘I need an emergency appointment with Jonathan Simmons please.’ The Blond woman smiled at him and said ‘Mr. Simmons is always very busy, may I tell him your name and what this is regarding?’ ‘Sure, I’m Bill Carter, the one on TV last night.’ Bill said. The woman’s smile faded somewhat,.