We're in tune. But unlike others, we're always in tune. You always seem to know what to say to me or how to touch me. Sometimes, I shiver just because...you're you and I'm with you." She moaned as she felt me harden in her. She smiled as she looked down at me. "Again?" Yes! Again and again!" We made love once more and again orgasmed together. We went to sleep nestled in each other's arms with only the sheet pulled over us.During the night, I remember her rolling off me and we lay for a while. But now in this latter part of our course, we tried to put all we’d learned into producing mouth watering meals for that would be part of our final examination. The first part of this being that we, the twenty of us, selected at random, a menu each. We couldn’t see what the menu was as we picked them and found that half were for a lunch and the other for dinner. They were basically the same in the format, this being a soup, entree, main course and a dessert. These four dishes would be rated. She said we can never speak about this to anyone. I said I promised not to. Billie took my hand and said she was unhappy as a man, and made the transition from male to female a few years ago and never regretted it. She noticed the bulge in my swim trunks and asked if I liked boys. Shocked by the question, I said NO! I hung my head and said, to tell the truth I've never been with anyone. Billie smiled and said don't worry about it, you have plenty of time to explore your choices. She asked if I. She was fucked, blasted, trolled, wankerd, legless. Call it whatever you want. She was drunk with a capital D.“Thor baby, I’m home,” she slurred, dramatically throwing her arms wide before bringing her finger to her lips.“Shhhhh,” she hissed.“We need to be quiet,” she loudly whispered before over-dramatising a tip-toe style walk toward the kitchen, swaying and using the wall as support as she went.After shaking my head at the state of her, I followed her into the kitchen.“I’m hungry,” she.