” Marty said nervously: “I don’t know the controls; all I can do is turn the thing on. What if it’s out of focus?” ̶...;It won’t be. I checked the settings last night. I gotta go or it’ll be too late.” Michael turned and sprinted to the elevator. Less than a minute later the announcer signaled Marty to turn on the scoreboard half-time graphics. He pressed the ‘engage’ button and looked out at the huge score boards, standing five. Hejust listened. I told him everything up to the present, including thefact that, except for work, I was spending all my time dressed as a girl.He listened to everything, and when I finished, he considered it forawhile, and got up and refilled my coffee cup."I suppose the Missus and I should have Stanley and this young woman overto the house for supper soon." I couldn't think of what to say, so Ijust hugged him instead. I felt so accepted, and it made me love him andMrs. Perez even more, but. Rick Handley?"I stared long enough that I was afraid I was making both of us uncomfortable.Her face turned into a frown. I knew it was too good to last."She never called you, did she?" she asked. Then she started sniffing the air. "And you're already cooking dinner, aren't you? It smells heavenly." Heavenly," I agreed, although the scent that filled my nostrils was hers. She was a feast for the senses."What are you making?" She giggled again."Oh, the dinner. Um, spaghetti Bolognese. Uh, salad.. I noticed her one afternoon seating alone under an out door seating area reading a novel and i thought to myself why not go make small talk and see where it leads. I found her seating with her legs curled up under her in the way only girls seem to be able to and asked if her plan was to get leg cramps and she giggled "not really, why do you say so?" I pointed out that if i tried seating like she was i will only be inviting cramps and she laughed saying yeah,that can happen the first time but.