All my motionsseemed so exaggerated and effeminate at the time but no one mentionedit. Now, it seems pretty normal to carry myself that way.I remembe... standing at the sink and having to stand on my tiptoes to seemyself fully in the bathroom mirror. I sat down and peed as a girl forthe first time. I suppose that's nothing, but it seemed prettymonumental at the time. I then picked up the hand mirror and took along look between my legs. I don't recall any big waves of emotion,just simple. Donna walked up to the car, and one of the rear dark tinted glasses opened a bit.“Get in.”Donna opened the back door and got in, glad to be out of the windy parking lot. She nestled herself onto the deeply padded seat and examined the interior. It was of a nice brown leather, looked pretty new, definitely something Ms. Brendan would like.There was an open bottle of champagne in a bucket with ice and the lady was pouring herself a glass.“Ok, I had a rough meeting this morning and need to get. Then I had to make a new hiking tool. The tool had a small steel shovel blade on one end, and a hoe like blade on the other end. It was made for me by a local blacksmith. It wasn’t cheap but it would last forever he assured me. The tool was made with a shovel blade, the same size as an army entrenching tool, on the one end. On the other end of the six foot long hoe handle the smith attached a pointed hoe blade. Each blade reminded me of a gardening tool. Together they made a wicked tool, if I. She glanced back, under her lashes just to see if he was still there and felt a pang of disappointment that he was not. Pull yourself together lady it was a look, a hot look admittedly, but thats all it was. She shrugged it off, there would be others to play with this evening there always were.Turning back to watch the action on stage, she felt pride, her club was the busiest in town with the best reputation, she ruled her domain with an iron hand and was respeceted and loved for it, her girls.