I get rid of her, it takes effort. I am Dan. It is difficult to be a woman. Dan doesn’t like that. But sometimes I am her, I feel her pain. I wish, ...h I wish I was just Dan all the time. I live each day inside me, I never know for sure who will be me on any day or moment. I live in a world no one can know, I live in a world of thinking and being in a way no one can undertstand, I also do not, it is just the way it is. Time gave me this, trapped gave me this. So I write. I write all the time. I. "He should have," said Jerry sadly. "But your husband has too much class for that. All he did was to tell her that he was leaving. He didn't mention us at all. But he and Mary are pretty close. She could tell something was wrong and asked him about you. He told her that you guys were done. That was all he said. He kissed her goodbye and left."Jerry started crying then and had to stop talking."Karla, when I got there, Mary was thinking and she kept asking me questions. She told me that he didn't. “You ready to go?” Becca asked me. “Hold on, we're going out?” I questioned. “Yep,” she replied. “Come on, it'll be fun. Trust me.” Becca opened the front door and walked towards her car. I followed her out of the house, making sure to lock the door behind us. I climbed into the passenger side of Becca's car, closed the door, and buckled my seatbelt. Becca sat down in the driver's seat a few seconds later. “Here we go,” Becca said, as she tossed the flashlight into the backseat. Then Becca. Her legs were moving differently like there was something that needed to enter right between them. I put my hand on her shoulder and said let’s call Russell. Nisha turned around and was smiling and asked, “Are you sure?”, just as I started dialling to call Russell to make an appointment for early in that afternoon. Nisha and I spent the rest of the morning on the beach. The day was a bit cooler, but Nisha looked amazing in her bikini. We had gone to a secluded part of the beach and I cajoled.