Now my thoughts starting wandering to thoughts of touching him. If he could touch my hand through glass in such a powerful way, imagine how he could t...uch me in real life. Could I be having these thoughts about a stranger? I brought up my other hand and he ‘touched’ it also and we stood ‘touching’ hands looking into each others eyes. I heard a cup being put on my table and didn’t dare look away, but also wondered at what I was doing. I gave in and let a smile spread across my face. He looked at. ?Get ready to boil, bitch,? said Sondra under her breath.The sound got closer—-and then stopped. The porcelinas waited in suspense. Then came a plunking noise, as something, quite a bit smaller than Lupette, fell into the cookpot.?What--? Sondra began to say, when the contents of the pot suddenly boiled up, and thick purple fumes spread in seconds through the house. ?Down on the floor!? St. Cloud cried, but it did no good: the lavender-scented smoke settled there as well. It didn’t choke the. Maybe, if I could somehow fake it things wouldwork out I hoped that would do.I was lost in my mind, torn between the part that wanted to make my dadproud of his son and the part that still wanted to be a girl. This fightwould go on for 6 more years, that was a pander to the future.The year is 1969 and I turned 14, the new chores seemed to help me as Ihad no time alone, so dressing-up was not an option. I still wanted to,the need was still there it was just unfilled. Thinking back now dadmade. We then moved to texting each other. I felt a good connection with her, at least as much as one can through texting. When we finally met, it was a dream come true. It was also like pulling teeth, because Dani was very shy and needed a lot of encouragement. We met on a Sunday at a quiet bar/lounge. We spent the evening talking, laughing, and getting to know each other, until the restaurant closed. We stood outside talking more, while I was desperately trying to work up the courage to kiss her. .