I somehow picked her up and tried to get her to her bedroom but i failed.I dropped her on one side of my bed.I went to the bathroom for a leak and in ...he meantime,the alcohol hit me real bad.I somehow made my way back to my bed.I stripped down to my boxers so that i could drop down to sleep.Only then i spotted Nysa on my bed.She lay there on her back spread-eagled on my bed.Her pallu was off,and I stood their observing her breasts rise up and fall down with her slow breathing.Even her saree had. Yes, as an unmodified male I knew if thesky was blue, or black, or orange. But I never knew the euphoria ofindigo, or the myriad emotions in shades of graphite, or that mostshades of orange are really quite hideous.I had dreamed of being a woman since I first could dream. As a teenager,I mistook it for a fetish and a perversion. It's a shame so many oldmillennials are still hung up on ideas like that. To his credit, though,when I asked my dad, he's old enough to remember the Bushadministration,. "Well daddy, are you ready to go?" I asked. "Well, yes, I am, but there's something missing with your makeup." "What would that be Daddy?" I asked. You yanked hard on the leash causing me to fall to my knee's. "GOD DAMN IT DADDY, that hurt! You bastard!!!" "Oh quit your fucking whining, it's not the first time you've been on your knee's and definately won't be the last. Now follow me, let's go downstairs" I stand and follow behind, you pulled me to the couch and shoved me back to my knee's,. ::grin:: And now I have a much better idea of what 'Eve' looks like! Not to mention *you*! ::evil grin::"Well, I've got to be going! Big doings today. Talk to you later, guy. And kiss Eve for me!"Love, "Jenny"JP scratched his head. Was Jenny just playing along with his joke? Or... well, the tone of her email *sounded* serious. Was it possible...? Well, he was already online, and there was only junk email left in his in-box, so what could it hurt to just take a look?Feeling a bit like.