He likes girls like me and we both like dirty talk and sex. I had agreed to meet him in the parking area of the mall. I wore pink boy shorts (with my ...ecret well tucked, I wouldn’t want an unsightly bulge in mini skirt) and pink bra with inserts (they give me cute little a cup titties) suntan thigh highs, black mini skirt, a pink shell and black 4′ ankle strap heels, pink lip gloss and eye shadow, pink nail polish and blond wig. It was dark when I pulled into the mall parking lot, he was parked. New light. And most importantly, a place where nobody knows her. A place to leave her calling card.“Jay, pack your shit. We’re going to the bay for the weekend. Pack EVERYTHING,” she said all in one breath.“Yep. Yep. Be there in 15,” replies Jay.Taryn begins to pace in her bedroom. She absolutely hates packing. But she would committ fashion suicide if she just packed a random handful of clothes. She begins to pluck and pull any and everything from her closets. Opening and shutting dresser. Actually, very nice to see you. I see you are very comfortable with your body here.”I looked down and smiled, “Yeah, well, it’s the tropics and I interact mostly with a****ls since we’ve been here. And …”“We know and we always liked it. You were always very comfortable with your body and sexuality. It is good to see you are able to fully embrace that here. So, why are we here? Honestly we were just in the system. Really, just passing back through the system and … well …”Danna stepped forward. On the far side was the grassy bank where he knew he'd be safe on the dry ground of consciouness but the edge of the pool kept receding and the waters, warm and delightful, began to seem less threatening and more inviting until the division between his body and the water disappeared altogether. Then miraculously he reached the bank but as he pulled himself up out of the water something had changed. The difficult knot his mind had been trying to unravel was gone. He no longer knew what he had.