He described her hair, her eyes and her smile and I felt myself being drawn closer to him. Then without another thought I leaned into him and kissed ...im softly, lingering longer than a friendly kiss. I drew back slightly, afraid I had offended or shocked him but he just smiled then reached behind my head and drew me back to him and we kissed. Softly, gently at first, then deeper and harder. My heart was racing, not once did I think that he was older than my Grandad. My only thought was how. The cold ice melted in his mouth. Arms pumping against the endless sea, head in the water, gasping for breath, moving slowly towards a shore he would never reach.“Bartender, another scotch!” he yelled into the air.“Don’t you think you’ve had enough, sir?” asked the young barkeep.“It’s only my first one, but yes I’ve had enough,” as he brought the newspaper to the bartender’s nose. “Now be a good lad and pour me another drink.”His legs slackened. His eyes became heavy and bloodshot. His breath. "I was going to object that it was women's work as I looked myself in themirror, realised how I was dressed again and looked heavenward. Itwasn't exactly that I had forgotten I was dressed as a woman but morethat I was still thinking like a man. But I looked so unlike myselfthat I thought if she were to film me on her phone I might be able topretend I am not Bea, the woman on the screen, if I don't look or soundlike Beau."Yes, Rita," I replied trying to sound feminine and submissive."Here,. What happened to your dreams of being a software designer as a teen? “Oh well,” you think to yourself “at least it keeps me in junk food and games.”Too tried for your normal pre-sleep ritual of porn and masturbation you collapse on your sofa and fall instantly into a deep sleep.Rolling sideways in your sleep you fall to the floor with a resounding thud.“Ow! What the hell?” you shout out in shock, not yet fully awake “God damnit.”It seems like you slept through both your alarm clocks as the sun.