I’ll see you at one o’clock. Goodbye.”Now I needed to call Matt, again. I needed a lawyer, and it would probably be a good idea for Matt to be w...th me also.“Matt, this is Doug, again. I talked with HRD and I have an appointment at one. I will need to tell the architect certain things about the project and me, which I want to be kept secret. He agreed to sign a non-disclosure agreement, but I need one prepared by a lawyer. Do you have any suggestions?”“I was about to call you. I was thinking. You would have to be completely healed beforeanother surgery could be attempted. I would also explain that F2M SRS isnot as successful. I could give you breast reduction and remove yourfemale sexual organs but penis construction is very poor at this time.It would always be flaccid and you would never achieve an erection ororgasm again. You would be forced to take Testosterone for the rest ofyour life or start to feminize again. There is no way to replace workingtesticles. At best you would. .. and of over one hundred years.“Who do you think built it?” Harold said, pointing to the table. “And why?”“Why do you wonder that after all these years?” she asked.“Strange thoughts that come to me in the moonlight,” he answered with a smile. Then more seriously he added, “But I still want to know. Who? And why?”“My sister,” Shelly replied, rubbing the worn stone top of the table. Then she reached across the table, grasped his hand in hers, looked him in the eyes, and said sadly,. I pulled my arm back for the fatal blow aiming through her belly button towards her spine ... Last Thursday morning I had come to lying on a bench in the stupid local park. With horror I had a vague recollection of fucking people I didn't know, several times - I can't fucking remember - the night before. Shit! That was the last fucking thing I should have done. Why me, those fucking friends of mine had injected drugs lots of times, but me- one needle and that's me screwed - end of! I.