Feeling he was out of his depth and no longer accepted, Russell said, ‘I shall move to another table.’ ‘Don’t you dare. This is one of the few...conversations I’ve ever had with an adult male that actually intrigues me. You did discuss me like a piece of meat, own up or I’ll know you are a liar.’ ‘I did not regard you, sight unseen, as a piece of meat and be very careful about calling me a liar.’ ‘Or what?’ Not in the mood to back down he said, ‘Or I might thump you.’ ‘Omigod, a weather-beaten. ‘One moment please.’ Back to the background music. Betty looked over at me. She knew something of my money problems. The half conversation intrigued her. I covered the receiver with my hand. ‘They say my mortgage is paid off,’ I told Betty quietly. ‘And you’re arguing?’ Betty returned. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. Betty laughed. ‘Honesty is not always the best policy.’ I smiled at her humor. ‘They will find the error eventually,’ I countered. If anything, they would feel obliged to. Of course-my boyfriend. He loved me; or rather he loved who he thought I was. Maybehe could take me to the house of a friend for three days and then I couldmake contact with my parents, who could get me to a lawyer. Once I couldreach a lawyer who was prepared to believe my story and take it before acourt, at the very least I would be spared from being surgically turnedinto a girl, and I might win compensation or my freedom. The sentencehanded down to me by the judge eight years ago had. I hand you the roses and I can see in your smile you love them. You welcome me in first and we head into the kitchen to put the roses in some water. Then you tell me your sister is out for the weekend and that we have the house all to ourselves. You ask me if I would like a drink. Then you and I walk outside and I notice all your beautiful flowers. I can tell you love them and gardening is your hobby a lot like mine. As we sit and talk I could not take my eyes off your breasts, well hidden but.