I was now a little confused, from thoughts and worrying about my dog Charlie and his words saying I look good in a bikini, me, fat lumpy Tina.“Pleas..., just get my Charlie back to me” is all I could think of saying.After a moment of silence, with no one talking, my neighbour asked,” Is that a yes?”“Yes, just get my Charlie back” I said.5 minutes later a lad walked in with my beautiful Charlie.I was almost in tears, tears of joy and happiness, I grabbed hold of my bundle of joy and with a thank. She pronounced it “en-ya” but somehow I knew it should be spelled Eithne when I wrote out this story.I walked up to her and we stood silently staring at each other for several moments. I was still carefully inspecting her marvelous body. She was gazing at me as if she was trying to evaluate me for some purpose or another. Finally she sighed and said softly, “I guess you’ll have to do.”I bristled slightly at her negative evaluation even though I didn’t know the criteria by which she was judging. Given this particular writer's age (21) shehas a SIGNIFICANT advantage as women, especially younger ones,seem more open and accepting of the lifestyle than their elders.In addition, GG's tend to look more favorably on younger TGurlsthan they do on older TGurls. The only way to find them is tomeet as many people as one can and, within the limits ofreasonable discretion, determine their level of interest viaconversation. The author realizes this is much easier said thandone and entails some risk. An older woman looked out of the coach just then to see what was going on."The Governor's Daughter is injured," she told the men who had gathered around the coach to protect it."What is wrong with her?" I heard from behind me and turned to see Chanthra approaching."She's bleeding!" the woman called in anguish. Chanthra stopped her horse beside me and dismounted. Her horse was not blowing from exertion, as mine was, since she had approached much more slowly than I had."Are you all right, my.