Duke Gallchobhar was dead, but that didn’t bring my father back to life. It didn’t restore our lands to us. It didn’t end my banishment.It just ...ead to my death. I was alive. I was even happy for those brief hours with Sven. Maybe we did some good, but I didn’t care about freeing those humans. I didn’t care about even helping Sven and Kora. I just wanted to see that bastard dead.Now he was, and soon I would die.It hardly felt like revenge was worth it. I didn’t want to be killed by iron. To. Growning up my friends mom was always semi attractive but never anything so great you fantasize about her. A situation i wouldn't turn down but wouldn't seek out. One night shortly after turning 18 just graduated high school i was at my friends house drinking me amd him with his mom and her boyfriend. Everyone was doing shots amd we were all completely wasted. Well her boyfriend had to go to work the next day so he went to sleep early the 3 of us stayed up and kept drinking my friend smokes. Even though no one else could notice, I can tell, remembering what it was like.And I can wonder how hard it is for other people. For someone who wasn’t born with wide hips, a small nearly hairless frame, and a soft feminine face. For those who can’t quite make their body reflect what they always saw inside, who have to work at it harder than me, for less in return. I know that I’m lucky, but still, even for the luckiest transgendered girl, things are just so tremendously hard at times.But. The nervous energy, is enough to make my legs shake. My stomach gets queasy , and I start to get cold feet. It happens every time. Just the uncertainty of how the evening is going to go, makes me very apprehensive. Yes, I know I am only paying for her time. Sex is not a given. But I still know that the evening will likely end in my hotel room, not at the restaurant. Exactly at six, a young lady walked in the front door and approached the hostess station. Straight, blond hair cut at.