" Actually I have been here only two times before. Both times someone else invited me." Oh, so you have had lots of girlfriends?" Moseby asked."Mosby,...I have dated men and women. I guess I'm the one the joke is about, you know being bisexual doubles a girl's chances for a date on Saturday night." But it's Sunday afternoon," she said smiling."We could actually go anywhere at all. It isn't unusual to see two women together, but two men and people wonder. With women they are just friends and. (This was another thing that Debbie would not discuss, no matter how much I asked her.)This past December, Jenny was found dead in their apartment with slit wrists in the bathtub. Debbie found herself in agony... the person she loved, and one of the few that she never used a ticket on, was dead! There was a suicide note that said that she and Debbie's bartender were in cahoots, stealing money from the club. The bartender's body was discovered in the East River soon afterward.Debbie knew that. But I knew that my inner gender was gradually eating away at me in the inside.At this time, I again was sitting there on my bed, thinking. I was naked. Unlike most teen of my fashion and persuasion, I did not contemplate suicide. That would only inflict more pain on the people around me, and would not fulfil my ambition. Instead I sat there, a knife in my hand, poised over the tip of my penis. That would solve all my problems, if that prophetic phallus were ridded from my groin. There were. "Very well," she said. She nodded to her companions, who joined her in disconnecting and removing the packs. They'd have to give themselves over to the Edenites' mercy, as she'd warned the others beforehand; their clothes would still be impervious to puncture, but that would only prolong their ordeal if they were assaulted. Although each human, her aged self included, was substantially larger than any Edenite, there could be no withstanding a coordinated attack by all of them.Once the natives.