She went into the cubical and I took off my wig and rubbed a bit of makeup off. Looking in the mirror I saw a slightly made up man look back at me - w...th breasts!I bunched the shirt up a bit, which almost disguised my figure and then we left, hoping we would not meet anyone on the way out.I went through passport control first and was relieved that no comment was made. As it happened Karl passed through without incident because the man in the passport control only saw his face. Looking back. I feel like I’ve only been alive since I moved to Ontario three years ago. My days in Massachusetts were, um, less than productive. My parents still live in the island of Haiti and they left me in the care of my sociopathic aunt in Massachusetts for ten years. Suffering all kinds of torment at the hands of a woman truly without conscience did nothing to turn me into an upstanding citizen. I moved to Canada for school and work, and also to live. Since moving to Canada, I’ve gotten a job, I have. When was the last time you took her out for a night on the town?"I sat there trying to remember the last time when Brenda said, "If you have to think about boss, it has been way to long. Get her out of the house. Take her away from the house and the kids for a weekend if you can, if not that, at least a night of dinner and dancing."That night when I got home I made some phone calls. I arranged for my folks to take the kids for the weekend and I called and made reservations at a hotel on the. Her teacher, Mr. Jones, had just noticed that Sara was talking to Jason and said “Sara, I’d like to see you after class.” Sara fell silent and waited until the bell rang and all of the other kids left. She then got up out of her desk and walked up to Mr. Jones’ desk.He said “Grab a chair and sit down.” So while Sara did that Mr. Jones walked over to the door and closed it. Mr. Jones was a young teacher, about thirty years old and pretty handsome.Mr. Jones turned and then went back to his desk.