His heart beat in his throat each time he’d opened his mouth to speak. He didn’t know why he was so nervous every time he was around Finola, but h... couldn’t get a word out. Some of the men began teasing him. Finally the farmer’s wife stood and asked everyone to simply leave Padraig alone. ‘When he’s ready to speak, he will. Until then I will hear no more of this teasing. Is that understood?’ She knew exactly why Padraig couldn’t speak. The same thing happened to her husband the first time he’d. All the women were topless. Well, perhaps we shouldn’t have been surprised by that. But there was one woman sitting on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs, and there was a man in the water giving her a lick. Another couple were fucking on a sunbed. At half past nine in the morning. “Not knowing quite what to do, we found a couple of sunbeds in a corner and watched what would happen. Pretty much everything did. Several times people wandered over and invited us to join them, but we said it. Then, I woke up. I looked down at my little boy's body, confused for a moment, and reality hit me like a 50 pound weight. I'd also have dreams of flying, soaring over the neighborhood in the sun with a gentle breeze on my face, looking down and feeling happy. This dream would eventually go away, but the girl dreams never would. As my life went on I would look forward to the dreams at night, when I could be a girl and everything felt right. And during my waking hours I lived my life as the boy I. "So, you're the young lady who's held my brother's infatuation all these years," he said."Guilty," I grinned. I liked the ambassador. He was nothing like his father, who seemed grumpy and angry all the time. Nor was he like Deimos, who was shy and withdrawn. Phobos was open, friendly, and looked to be something of a practical joker. "Linda Anderson," I said taking his hand. "You can call me Linda, Mr. Ambassador."He chuckled. "So formal. Please, call me Dan. I'm only an ambassador when I leave.