”“I hope this isn’t intended to be a lecture on my choice of how I live my life,” I said, looking him directly in the eye.“When have I ever ...ectured you? But I do have to ask if you shouldn’t more carefully separate your work life and your personal life.”“Spit it out, Commander. Let’s not beat around the bush.”He nodded, “I should have known better; you like things direct. Fine. First, you can’t REALLY be friends with anyone at work, with the possible exception of Elyse. It creates far too many. Never had acrush on one as a kid, never had butterflies in my tummy about talkingwith one, never dreamed of having one kiss me.So put aside any thoughts about me making myself more attractive to men.Its just not the case.As for being a transvestite, well, the simple fact is that I dont get anysexual charge from women's clothes. None. they are just what a womanwears, so that's what I wear.To further that point, its not about the clothes.I wear pants and a shirt most days. Dresses and skirts are. The rest will go toward getting some things we need for the school." What if he doesn't choose any of them?" I asked.George grinned. "There's a spot for that, too. It's fourth in the running."By the end of the week, everyone in town, and in the community, had placed a wager. There hadn't been this much excitement since two years ago when Faye-Ann Holmes and her twin sister Raye-Ann butted heads over their family tree. According to Faye-Ann's research they were descendents of Robert E. Lee.. “Thanks,” said John. He appreciated the scaffolding thoughtfully provided for his collapsed ego. She passed him a cardboard pouch to dispose of the condom with, a little envelope you unsealed and then resealed once you had placed the soiled contraceptive inside.John pressed his barefoot on the pedal of the flip-top bin and his stomach lurched to see two wraps already residing at the bottom. He feared he had turned himself into a viral hand grenade. “I’m hungry. Going to make pasta.” Selena.