.. your pretty hair, smile and eyes suckered me in a long time ago, but I was awkward at talking about anything, except dinosaurs and video games."Sit...ing on the bed, naked she said, "To tell the truth, Pat ... I think that you've been on my mind a lot longer than just recently. I sometimes dream about you, wanting you in the bed beside me, just holding me, caressing me and loving me."Unbelievably, without anyone touching me, I just came all over the floor. Her words, her fucking words ... made. It was through writing actually that I met another writer, one who not only shared my love of the word, but one who shared my thirst, my hunger, my desire for something more sensual in my life. One who shared my regret at not having lived more fully, more passionately when it came to matters of our libidos, or eros spirit. She was open, honest, expressive, engaged in her own quest to seek out something less orthodox, more explosive, less restrictive. She took pride in her God given gifts, and. “ ... and your hair has grown a bit long. I can see how some people might take a quick glance and think you were a girl.”He scowled down into his lap. “So that’s all it takes? Grow my hair long and suddenly I’m a girl?”“There’s a bit more to it than that,” I said, not even trying to hide my smile. “But most of the differences aren’t really important until you get to be a teenager.”“Oh, you mean puberty and stuff?” he asked.I nodded. “You don’t have to worry about that for a few years yet.”He. "Tom, before you leave, I have to tell you that Mom wants you backwhether you want to be a woman or man, and so will Dad. Please don'tthink that you'll have to be Tom again if you don't want to be."He looked straight into her eyes. "Thank you, Gabrielle. I know how muchthat cost you, and I do love you."*****When Yokohama Police Detective Yeijiro Mazaki arrived for work Tuesdayafternoon, he immediately sought out his partner Juri Hayakawa. She wasstill observing Fumahiro Suzuki via a two-way.