I also did odd jobs - painting, cleaning, mowing the yard, etc.around the house for extra money. I got along well with the owner whoasked me after abo...t two years to take over as a housekeeper/caretakerliving in the apartment above the garage. Still much better thananyplace I had ever lived before.Before moving in I came out to him about being a transsexual. Figuredthat sooner or later living in close quarters my status was bound to beuncovered. Always better to be safe than sorry. He assured. " That's how we reckon time past. A Bard's life is about 100 years. I'm The Grahhll, a Bard. I tell tales and sing songs of times past remembering. To be truthful, there are hundreds of bards among the citizens. But I am 'The' Bard. I am not being boastful, merely as honest as I can be. My voice is pure. Those who hear my song will always remember it.How can I explain this to you readers? There were great singers and story tellers in Earth's history: In the 2400's ER, there was Rendorich. The. She never ceased to exist, she was always there on everybody’s mind in the school, it was as if, she existed in waves and disturbances that rippled over the students, teachers and the principal as a giant wave that broke into the shore, wave after wave, she came and she gone. She broke on our minds with suddenness that we were blenched with fear of apprehension; she broke on us in a wave of lustful admiration like a wave in sea broke into white froth. She impaled our minds with a perpetual. As they headed for the exit, Andreas stared at them, with a derisive smile, while leaning against the bar.“Tomorrow, same time, John?” he asked, while slowly caressing his taut abdomen.“Don’t clear your schedule for him, honey,” Dion mocked and reached back to catch John’s arm and drag him faster towards the exit.~A Good Servant~There were strong hands in his hair keeping him in place, as Ayn was kissing his mouth and dry humping his body while still dressed. He pushed against the brunet’s.