I didn't mention it in the first letter, how ever my mother signed me upin a all girls school and I was attending school as a girl namedKristina. I go... along well with the girls but it never felt right.Several of the teachers noticed things that were weird about me andsoon, I got the attention of a nice man that was working there as acounselor. His name was Mr. Marks and he talked to me. He explained thatmother had been telling everyone that I was transgender and I was to beaccepted as a girl.. Html Erica not only saw things at that strip club. She did things too. It turned out that a girl stripper at the club somehow snatched Erica away to somewhere for the night and plied her with alcohol and did who knows what with her. I still don't know exactly what the stripper did with Erica because Erica hasn't told me – probably because she was to drunk to remember. Erica finally came up for air around noon the next day after her parents filed a missing persons report with the police. When. There were two out and nobody on when it was my turn at bat. I told Paul I was going to finish him."Can't hit a three-run homer with nobody on," Paul said, smiling."Can't hit a homer at all," I said. "But I'm going to finish him, anyway."I started fouling off pitches, deliberately. The count on me was no balls, two strikes, and it stayed that way for 14 more pitches -- every one of them a souvenir for the fans along the first and third base lines. On pitch number 17, which would have been a. I remember the day we met 8 months ago like it was yesterday. I had just got out of a bad break up and just wanted to drink my sorrows away. And then I met him. Trav Northrop. What a weird name I thought. I giggled initially when I first heard him say it with that friendly Texan accent of his. He had the most angelic looking gray eyes I had ever seen. He always called me Laine, a shortened version of my actual name, Alaina. It was a slow night that day at the bar. We were one of the few people.