”Twas a pleasure, sir. I shall see you another time I’m sure. Keep an eye out for me!’ I winked, my lipstick messed up. It was too, the shiny co...ering on my cell phone acted as a very good and accurate mirror. I walked with my head down, the font of my hat pulled low over my eyes but I needed to see the bloody traffic. I ran across the crosswalk, taking all my chances and soon I smelt the cheap formaldehyde in the nail salon when I first enter the shops. The tea shop is not far at all and I. Deni was panting with exertion, somewhat exhausted (she had banked sleep the last few days) but had other needs. So with effort she got up and started towards the door, motioning for us to follow. “Come on guys, I am starving. IÔm parched. I need to rustle up something to eat in the kitchen before we get back to this.”Supper and DessertA small table next to the door of the playroom held white wrap-around shorts made of the softest terrycloth; it was really too warm for bathrobes, and Deni was. ”“And again? And again?” Scarlett laughed and I would have, too if the laughter didn’t hurt so damned much. Then she stopped so she could peer into my eyes. Whoever said that the eyes were the pathway to the soul certainly knew what he was talking about. I could see all the way into Scarlett and all I could see was her total love for me. I prayed in that instant that she could see the same in me. She knew that I loved her, but I knew I’d tell her every day—several times a day—just so. A male who dresses like a girl and looks like a girl, you know, men are lured in, thinking they’ve found a hot girl, and find out that hot girl has a dick, not a shemale like me, just… You know… A trap.”He paused just as his lips made their way to the flared tip, his eyes widening. Her description of him fit and it made sense. It was a label that fit, he was a trap. That meant there were others like him, he wasn’t as alone as he had thought.Eveia parted her lips, about to question why the Elf.