. never think about it much," Laura stammered uncomfortably.Sholandra looked at her oddly as they parted. But Laura kept watching her furtively, throu...hout the party. She was very careful now, however, to make sure Sholandra didn't catch her looking.They ran into each other again on the way out. Sholandra was looking for a ride, particularly from a guy Laura knew, Ron Casimir, who was married."I can give you a lift," she said.Ron smiled at Sholandra. "It's really out of my way," he said. "Why. Each night when she went to sleep she would dream about Henry Stocks and how happy she would have been as his wife. In her waking hours she knew the palpable untruth of this, but nothing would stop the dreams. To Lucy it seemed as if she was haunted by the memory of her childhood sweetheart and she had no idea why. After all, theirs was a completely innocent and fairly brief friendship. She had found security, love and some happiness with another man, so why did she have this pressing need to. "Fucks sake Al," I said, "Don't mention Trannies after this morning!"We had a fucking good laugh about that and went down the Flying Horse for a few bevvies.Word had got round, "What's this about a new Tranny Al?" Tasha the barmaid asked."I'm getting a new van," he said."Really?" Tasha said as she brought our drinks over and bent down to show her 38 DD cleavage, "Sandra said she wanted you to give her one in that red miniskirt but you wouldn't!" Behave!" Al insisted."I would have," I says,. We were pretty close to each other but she put her hands around my waist and pulled me closer. So close that I could feel her breath on my skin. So close that I could smell her perfume.We danced like that for a while not saying a word. But it felt right.At some point she took my hand again and whispered, "Let me take you home." I nodded. She took my coat and called a cab. The taxi driver was ranting about government and economy as I sat there with just one question on my mind, "What the fuck am.