The weekend arrived, the job had been going well and we went to Eduardo’s house, it was a fine solid stone built house that stood in its own grounds...but he told me he was only renting it, 6 bedrooms all on suite, a reception hallway, massive lounge, dining room and a kitchen that Maria nearly passed out when she saw it, I knew she was not a good cook so she was just faking the enthusiasm but she was working well, padding about in her bare feet teasing Eduardo, he kept trying to get her on her. As hungry as they are, I wouldn’t rule our eating brains over the food delivered to their rooms.It took us half of an hour to get to the cafeteria. While not all that far away, one of the girls needed to sit down to rest for a few minutes. Of the two girls, I was shocked when Paula insisted that she carry her own tray, even if she obviously had no idea what was on it. Annie and the boy in the wheelchair had already finished but waited for us.“Paula this is amazing. I didn’t think you would be. I stood there saying nothing as others that witnessed the incident, laughed and pointed at her. She covered herself with her books and ran around the corner.My friends were also witness to my misfortune walked over and laughed, slapped my back and congratulated me for "getting that freaky bitch good". I felt awful that something so innocent had been blown so out of proportion. I was determined to straighten things out with her before anything else happened.By lunchtime things had quieted down. " Something must've happened then. My husband is NOT a transsexual." Kathy turned to Dan, expecting him to back her up. But Dan was staring at the floor on the other side of him, studiously avoiding her gaze. "Dan?"Dan sighed. Without looking up, he said, "I hate the male part of my life. The only thing tolerable about it is you. And if it hadn't been for you, I'd've transitioned long ago." He paused before saying, "I'll understand if you don't want to stay with me now." She backhanded.