Nothing significant. Nothing you’d miss if you weren’t thinking about it. But there are neatly labeled boxes already in the attic,” Nicki said. ...��She got me to help her move a couple.”“She’s just storing things away that we aren’t using right now.”“Mmmhmm. Why are you staying with her? Why don’t you tell her to just go?”“I can’t. You know, I promised. I married her. And I’m not sure what I’ll do without her, but as long as she’ll stay with me, I’ll be here.”The last word was a few days after it. Just sitting therebegging to be gently kissed and caressed.She turned away to make sure the door was closed tightly. When she turnedher attention back to Heather, she saw him staring at himself in front ofthe dressing room mirror.What George was really doing was trying to come to terms with what he nowconsidered his split personality. He was confused, he had no desire tobecome a woman but had to admit he liked the way he looked, as a man hewas always disappointed in his appearance. In fact,. ’ ‘Don’t you mean fucking?’ Her eyes watered again despite her best efforts to keep the waterworks at bay. ‘No, they were making love, they were being very intimate and passionate and…’ Her sobs choked her and she couldn’t speak anymore. ‘Hey, don’t worry about it, he’s a bastard and you are waaaay too good for that prick.’ Her friend hugged her tightly and led her to the kitchen, ‘I have a ton of ice cream, let’s pig out and watch Jason statham blow shit u p.’ She let out a tiny chuckle,. ’ I took a step back from the girl, forcing distance between us just in time for third party to enter into the room. The boy was young and beautiful–at least, by someone’s standards. It was the look that lingered in his eyes that I had noticed in few others. Vladimir Nabokov called them ‘nymphet’s.’ I called them degenerates. This one was quiet and shy, and he knew better than to meet my eyes as he slipped across the floor towards the girl. I watched him closely as he took her hands in his own.