He set the plates down in front of her and stepped back to gauge her reaction. He smiled when he saw the joyously surprised look on her face. She smil...d then looked down at the meal before her. On the plate in front of her there was salad, Chicken Alfredo, some form of pasta, and homemade bread sticks. On the second plate was what looked like a cake with chocalate mouse in the center. Everything looked delicious and had her senses buzzing. While she was still examining the food he slipped into. "Lyda."There was a twitchy, bird-like young man behind Josh. "What the hell isthis, a make-out session?" He squawked angrily. "Some of us have placesto be."Josh did his best to ignore him. "I've got to talk to you," he said toLyda. "Just...just for five minutes. Three minutes. Please."Lyda's eyes moved over Josh, as if she were assessing him. The expressionon her face couldn't have made her thoughts any more apparent: Who isthis weirdo, and what does he want with me? Much to his fear, Josh. I promised you I would give you all my attention the two weeks she's away. I'm breaking off my other relationships before then." I swore."Do I have to worry about "goodbye boinks"?" She asked smart-alecky."Just how shallow do you think I am? I'm not Sam Malone. Listen, I have to get to the store. Can I see you tonight?" I asked."I'll see if the girl next door has plans. She can sit and do her homework here once Missy gets to bed, so it will be after 8, OK? I'll call you at the pharmacy." Dianna. As a transsexual woman, I felt luckiest to be able toexperience, on many levels, the same joys of womanhood a genetic woman canafford. Lactation was pushing me beyond all possible boundaries. In fact,the onset was quite shocking to both Mustapha and me and found us notknowing quite how to react. Ten minutes after we managed to buffer thefirst spill, I resumed producing milk. Lots of it. I had to spendpractically all day padding my nipples dry with a cloth. I wasn't annoyedor anything. It was.