..you are mistress of my heart." That hit me like a lightning bolt, and I couldn't help myself. I started crying, sure, they were happy tears, but I w...s still crying. "And you, are the mistress of mine as well. I didn't...expect this, but you are, and I am...very happy to have your heart." Tears of her own welled up as she wrapped her arms around me and held me closely. We continued to kiss more, but without a word, we both realized the time wasn't right. Kiss was all we did, although her hand. I took the M11 and turned off at Bishops Stortford onto the A120. I wasn’t a fast driver but my Volkswagen Passat ate up the miles effortlessly. Tina asked me why I didn’t have a more luxurious car. My point was that London was so well served with public transport that having any car was superfluous. Buying and keeping a luxury car was pointless for the few trips I made outside of London. We checked in to the Holiday Inn and immediately I drove Tina to the Library so she could start her. "You're right Katie what would I say to them? Hi guys I beat cancer, Iam feeling fine and oh by the way, I decided to change my sex too!" Isarcastically said to Katie."Be quiet and just get moving!" Katie yelled.I quickly made my way out the room and started down the hallway.Remembering from my emersion time, heel first, heel first as I steppedby several nurses who looked at me and smiled. I was about fifteen feetfrom the elevator. When it happened, the elevator door opened and allthree of my. OH, OH, Yes! Yes! AIEEEE! UUUU...Oh, Oh, Ahhhh."Much better that he should become a she to give life and joy not endless death, JUSTICE!Watching the wall size high definition television screen filled with the surveillance camera image of the former terrorist, panting with his legs up in the air, who was overcome with unstoppable pleasure and passion, was very satisfying (pun intended). The former Osama had rejoiced over killing almost 6,000 innocent people in New York, September 11, 2001. He.