Ready, excited and still nervous, I jumped on the train to our meeting place.*** He made me wait and if there was something that I didn’t like was f...r someone to be late. I prided myself on always being on time. I was raised that way; it was something that I appreciated from others. But he made me wait. So instead of staying in a good mood, more importantly sure of my choice to have a date with the guy, I started to have doubt. I send him a text that I was there and waiting, he responded that. The circumstances were too many to enumerate, but the real issue was did she have a problem with it. She sat and thought for what seemed like forever and then she said, "I don't know why I'm telling you, a person I just met, but I actually dated my professor at Florida State University." She went on to say that he was about my age and like me, he was married. I sat in stunned silence. The more she talked, the more she seemed to sense my own excitement. She had started off as a "teachers. ’ * The disgruntled contract killer stood hopping from foot to foot outside of the Police Station, he was cold, hungry and tired and right now he was desperate to go to the toilet, and his car was now parked up the road on a parking meter, the cost which had shocked him. London parking prices were extortionate compared to up in the North East, and he was running out of change to feed the meter. Just as he was thinking of going into the small café up the road to use the loo and change a twenty. “No I don’t, do tell.” He’s playing that card now, not wanting to make the first move, well I’ll show him two can play at that game. “It’s odd that a gentleman such as yourself fancies cross dressers like me.” Maybe that was a little too blunt. Perhaps I forgot how much of a lightweight I was, or maybe I forgot that I had taken a few hits from my flask on the train ride here. “Maybe I just fancy cute boys who like to be a little feminine,” he retorted, lifting his glass up to his lips to finish.