He knew exactly what she was feeling. And after a quiet moment, the man let out a short sigh, and nodded toward the shadows around the building.“You...want privacy, quickly? Come with me.”Jen and Triss looked at each other, brows quirked, but after they realized what Sándor was doing, Jen smiled. She took Triss’s hand, and pulled her after the Begotten, as he disappeared into the shadows that sat behind the Black Hall.It wasn’t the first time Triss had gone through one of the strange holes. When I was ready andall made up I looked at myself in the mirror, I think I almost cried, notwith sadness but with joy, deep down I knew that this is what I hadalways wanted, to be taken as a girl.Mrs. Carlson asked if I was ready, I said, "Yes Mrs. Carlson." Shereplied, "Well done Millie, I told you that you would soon get used tocalling us by our proper names."When we arrived at the building they had, I found that it was dividedinto two heights the clients sat down below whilst waiting and I. I’m just a passing infatuation.”He groaned as he shook his head, while looking at her perfect body. “No, you’re not. I’ve known you far longer than her. We have a history together.”“Yes,” she replied. “A history. It was several years ago and we both moved on. Well, I did.”“So why are you here now?”“I… I guess I can’t resist you.”He smiled as he leaned in to kiss her, her arms wrapped around his neck as she yielded. Her body pressed close to his as the warm water flowed over them. His hands ran. ’ ‘Goodo.’ He was dressed very differently from when we had first met, in a pub, trying to find somewhere quiet to talk. Then, he was smart/casual, but looked gorgeous in a well-tailored tee-shirt and a lovely jacket. His hair was waxed back, salt and pepper to be sure, but beautifully styled. I regretted that I had turned up in a summer floral dress. He looked like Cary Grant and I looked like the unreformed Eliza Doolittle. The conversation was stilted at first… ‘Do you like fish?’ he.