We spent three hours trying to get him out, I mean first responders did, but he died during the process. And we found the other attacker in the uhm ..... eastbound tunnel. He had been run over by a train.”“What were trains doing there?”“The uhm ... the system was backed up and drivers were ordered to move to specific tunnel sections, but not to stop at any stations. I ... we...”I’d seen enough. Or rather, I couldn’t take anymore. So many deaths. I reached for the remote and pressed mute.“Are you. " I noted his reference to that pansy stuff, and his relating me to it. Whatever, I was looking forward to an evening of ballet accompanied by a lovely lady.Aubrey was nowhere to be seen when I arrived at 'Sycamores'. As it was the ballet I was suited, my best suit, Tie and polished black shoes. I parked in front of the double garage, and rang the doorbell. Eve opened the door and I was again taken aback by her appearance. Hair and make-up were immaculate, and her dress appeared to be worth. Well as you probably know, that was the spark of trying on my sisters pantyhose and skirts. It wasn't till I was 18 till I decided to totally become a girl. My mother thought it was cute and didn't care one way or the other she was into her own life. The transformation wasn't as hard as most of guy out there, I didn't have any muscular build, had curvy legs (from my mom I guess, never met my dad) and long hair with sissy like features. I guess this is probably one reason that the boys never. She must have called me a half dozen times. I knew I had to talk to her sometime but I shut my cell phone off and when I turned it on the next day she left me about a half dozen messages. My phone rang and this time I answered it. ‘Jake, what’s going on? Are you all right? First, Mark’s said you went home sick and then I get a beautiful card from you and a friendship ring. I try and call a dozen times but you don’t answer. So, what’s going on?’ ‘Lynn, just forget about the card and the ring..