"Nathan's eyebrows jump up as he connects the dots. He reopens hisnotebook and sits back down. "You're saying that you were born a male?" Yes, but I'v... identified as a female for most of my life." What sort of steps have you taken, surgically or medically so far? Iwould never have guessed that were transgender." Thanks, I had a few cosmetic surgeries, but nothing major. A lot of whatyou see was done through various hormonal supplements and treatments."(Nathan copies down the various medical. Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Umschlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem kleinen, unabhängigen Museum beauftragt wurde, das beiliegende. I’m at a party, chatting up one of the local honeys. She seems interested, she’s holding her drink just so and has her head tilted at a very precise angle, carefully calculated to accentuate the degree to which she’s cocked her left eyebrow. We’ve talked about our jobs, laughed at each other’s clever remarks, and she asks what I do for fun. I tell her about the juggling and the music, and then she talks about her poetry and her painting. I decide to take a gamble on telling her about my. " "Wrong answer! I said as I flicked her clit. She gasped at the suddenness of my response. "Who are you, slave?" I asked again. "Master... I am your... slave," she repeated. "Wrong answer slave. Shall we try this again?" I said as I flicked her clit again. "I am sorry, Master... I don't know what you want," she said. "You are more than a slave, pet. A slave is a laborer, a servant... someone forced to work for another. You are more than that because you do more than just work. You are a.