Head pounding. Just as well he lives right by the station. It’s still going to be a close thing. Across the road dodging cars and taxis. Yeah, you f...ck off as well. Hit the stairs up to the station. Gonna be sick. Gonna be sick. Which platform? Which fucking platform. Scan the departure board with shaved eyes. Relief. Oh thank fuck. Delayed by fifteen minutes. Stop. Heart pounding, legs like jelly. Oh fuck. Calmer now. Even time to get a coffee. Heart slowing. Walk to the train. Find seat.. Anyways I decided to meet her and we decided to meet on a Saturday at the coffee day as I wanted it to be as formal as possible. To my surprise, her husband had accompanied her and us three were having tea.To describe Krithika, compared to my earlier partners I must admit she had much smaller assets, average figure, dark complexion but a really really beautiful smile and cute face. It was 20-25 minutes into the conversation when suddenly her husband asked me if I would like to sleep with his. Martin did when he became Agatha, maybe someday. (In case you haven'tfigured it out yet, Agatha and Mr. Martin were one and the same). Agathagrabbed a short jacket and her purse and we headed for the car.She dropped me off at the mall so I could meet up with Betty, Mr.Williams's daughter and my girlfriend, (FYI, Betty is really a boy namedOscar who has been living as Betty for at least three years now; when shebecomes eighteen she will have the surgery to become a real woman, wish Icould do. I got dressed, nervous and unsure of what to say so we said very little. I drove home scolding myself for letting it happen and also for enjoying it so much. While I told myself I wasn’t going to do that again I was also fantasizing about the next time. The next week Dick called me. He had to deliver a car to a body shop north of town and asked if I’d help by driving him back. I told him that would be no problem and met him at his shop later that afternoon. After dropping off the car Dick asked.