.. the thought had turned her on... "I think... I want to go in..." She paused, "But if I get uncomfortable, we leave right away okay?"We agreed. We a...proached the security. No phones allowed. ID. Cover for me, She gets in for free. We get frisked and wanded.... enter in the club to the smoke machines, the lights. The thump of the DJ stating: "Next to the Stage, Nikki.... Give it up for Carrie, remember this is our next triple special, grab your favorite girl for three songs for the price of. He could have won the tournament if he’d really been there to win but he wasn’t. Marcus was looking for someone better than him, someone to teach him. The memory of when Star first approached him brought a slight smile to his lips. The smile quickly vanished into the rest of the dance. It was a momentary weakness but the memory was vivid and fond. The boy had simply walked up to him and asked him to spar. The sheer audacity, arrogance and stupidity was staggering. This punk, this black punk was. I am about five foot eight, blonde hair (which I liketo dye rich chestnut or black). I have already changed my name butlegally I am still male. My doctor says it'll probably take years ofpsychiatry and all that junk before I get a gender recognitioncertificate and am legally female.Megan drags me into the ladies toilet when were out shopping, but I'm soparanoid I'm going to get arrested for being a pervert or something.Anyway, Me, Craig and Megan were heading into town, which I hate doing,but. Now you’re going to get it, Frank Leigh, she thought.The doorbell rang five minutes after the receptionist phoned ahead to tell Ms. McMorning her guest was on his way up. She draped herself on the large, creamy couch in the middle of the room, her long, slender (fake) tanned legs shown off delightfully, and her large, round (fake) breasts displayed like two brown leathery bowling balls bursting out of a black satin sandwich bag. Bad metaphor? Blimey! I’m not Frank Leigh, you know. Stop.