"Well you have been out thirty days, how do you think it is going?" Royce asked over his hot dog."How is what part of it going?" I asked."Well how is ...our memory?" he asked."About the same, you know that. I have to admit, there has been some slight improvement. The main thing I notice, is that I don't need to write a note on my hand to remind me to check the file every morning. I also know where I keep the coffee now. I don't have to search for it as I did when I first came out of the hospital.. As they drove away to find the pub further downtown, Dr. Ledstonepulled a page from his IBM Selectric typewriter. It would be the firstof many secret memos that would pass between him and his seniors that dayand for weeks thereafter. It read:SECRET - TO BE DELIVERED BY HAND ONLY UNIVERSITY OF EDINBURGH Faculty of Engineering Metallurgy Division 12June 1975 TO: Dr. Bramwell Stoker Dean, Faculty of EngineeringFROM: Dr. Michael. Joe up on my life since my family had moved away and he seemed to be paying rapt attention to my story. I also noticed that he studiously avoided asking me for details about my transition. I don't know if he was just letting me tell that part of my story for myself or whether he might be squicked at finding out I still had some boy parts, but he, as always, was sincerely interested in my life. That's something I had always loved about Mr. Joe: he truly cared about me.'But enough about me, ' I. I felt like Nisha will never talk with me again. “She must be thinking I am a pervert,” this was running all over my head. Later at night, I checked if Nisha was online. She was there, so I texted her, “Hi, baby. What are you doing?”“Cleaning up the mess you created today,” she replied immediately. “What?” I didn’t get what she was talking about. “My panty stupid. It was all wet, so I am washing it now,” she replied back.“Oh. Wish I was there then. I would have helped you clean it, haha,” I.