..Lanie...”, I said, blushing and trying to avoid eye contact.“How was it, Miles?”“Good”Lanie laughed, and turned to look at me, “Why exac...ly do boys do that? I mean, I feel like all you want from me is-well-pussy!”“I’m sorry, Lanie!” I answered, sitting next to her, “It’s just-I don’t know-I hadn’t done that in a few days, and you were here with me, and no one else was here...”“Miles, I really like you, and I wish we could move on, but I’m just not ready-”“What if I did something for you?” I. I tried to put her away or relegate her to an occasional fetish, but it never worked. I even purged all her stuff a time or two. But inevitably the unquenchable need to be Jennifer always came back, and it would come back stronger and quicker each time I tried to deny her. Truth be told, I am glad I attempted to get rid of Jennifer. Because my failure to do so has affirmed that she is who I am and who I was meant to be. The fact that my desire to be a woman would never go away, but had become. I don’t know ... something.”Nikki opened her mouth to spit something back, but then her face turned a sort of russet shade.“How did you know?”“Educated guess,” he replied, finally confirming his inkling.She blushed. “I hate it, you know. It’s like carrying somebody else’s baggage.”He nodded.Despite the music and crowd noise, it felt like they were in their own private bubble. Nikki’s expression softened into a mask of inner embarrassment, as if Stone had discovered something wrong about her. He. Unfortunately, the Arab dhows were a totally unknown equation. Their reputation for speed was well earned and their trysails were much more efficient when sailing closer to the wind. We wondered if the Cornish Maid new rig had enough fore and aft canvas to compete. Only Trysta would find out. Whatever the outcome, we all agreed that the schooner was the only suitable craft for approaching the coast and testing the Arab reactions to her arrival. We agreed that she had a good chance of.