‘Uh, yeah,’ he said, choking. ‘I’m Tina,’ the woman said. ‘You fucked my daughter last night.’ He nearly had a heart attack. ‘Uh,’ ...as all he got out. Any attempt at protest or denial died on his lips under her withering glare. ‘Let me in,’ she said. ‘We have to talk.’ He opened the door and she brushed past him, reeking of cigarette smoke and alcohol. He closed the door and turned to face her, trembling. He was at her mercy and they both knew it. She looked around the room, inspecting things,. He reached out and tore the remains of the passenger side window out, slashing his hands even more in the process on the shattered glass, struggling to get inside the window to reach her. Looking in, blood was pouring out of a gash on her neck in huge spurts, he reached into his back pocket for the rag he had stuck there, pressed it to the wound. It was all he had. She came awake, turned her head and looked at him. Her face and upper body was a mass of blood. ‘Patrick, thank God.’ She said. . My mathsscores, in particular, were exceptional. Everyone knew about the problemswomen had in maths, right?Also, before Gender Choice Week I had calculated that the probability ofall of us staying boys was 4/5 to the 4th power, which is 256 out of 625,or a bit less than half. I tried to reassure myself that I still had a 4in 5 chance of staying male, but I couldn't shake the feeling that one ofus was bound to be feminised, and the only one left was me.Even at my medical examination on Thursday. We took the conversation into the kitchen as there weren't any customersjust yet. She made me tell her everything that had happened and what Tonyhad been like. I told her everything except about when we got back to hisflat. And of course, I didn't mention anything to indicate that I wasn'treally a girl.The cafe started to fill and we didn't get much chance to chat until latemorning. Then she casually asked if I had found the little present shegave me and had it come in handy. I said I'd found.