‘Shut up, the pair of you.’ Bonnie snapped, her green eyes glaring. Emma sat back, trying to absorb it all. Everything was moving so quickly, it w...s a little overwhelming. Leaving her feeling giddy and yet also frustrated. This wasn’t the moment for love and romance, crammed in the back of a car with two ex girlfriends while a body was being piled into the trunk of the car. The added weight jostled the vehicle and Emma shook her head. So much for her tidy little mundane world. **** Carl sat in. He – she? No, *he* – had refastened his robe and was kneeling by the char looking at me with evident concern. I stared at his face, and could find no trace at all of femininity there. Kyle was a perfect specimen of manhood, except for the fact that he *had* no manhood! ‘Kyle, was I…um, I wasn’t seeing things, was I?’ I asked weakly. He smiled wanly and stood up. I watched him move back to the sofa, searching for some trace of femaleness in him. But his arms and legs, which I had seen many times. After lunch, I go back to working in my room. Nobody needs instruction. By now, they all know what they are doing. My only real concern is finding somebody to act as a stock trader. I put that aside and start working again.I’m getting practiced at splitting my mind between tasks, so I try something different. I move the mouse and keyboard, then set up so I can do two schematics at a time. My right hand does the good copy and touchups since the brain half controlling that side is analytical. My. We struck cords and soon we came on first name basis.I was on official tour and having completed my task in the morning, I had visited the spot to kill time and return back to mysore in the evening. I had not booked any accommodation. She was put up in a decent hotel and suggested we stay there. Due to some instinct, I did not reveal my original intentions. The receptionist at the hotel objected on us staying together due to obvious reasons. She argued with him but he was adamant. Even my.