Tears of fear for what the future held for such a delicately made creature in a universe that was notoriously cruel and uncaring for even the strong. ...A brief surge of anger overwhelmed the fear and loss, rage at what had been taken from Morgan to create Morgana. Rage at finding herself female when Sylvanus could as easily made her male, and at the fates conspiring to put her in such a position.?But I?m alive. And whole.? a small voice intruded into the towering rage masking insufferable. Anyways, the challenge had been set. We were going to see who was more successful at controlling their urges. That by no means meant that I couldn’t have fun with it. We ran errands the next day and while inside the store I decided to try on a bra, a low cut t-shirt and a skirt. I thought I’d put the pressure on him so I called him back to the dressing room. Smartly he refused. I was kind of bummed out and surprised. This shirt hugged me so well, and the bra really put the girls on display. The. "Don't forget James that without me you don't have much of a future, - - - -" Hey asshole!" I shouted, "Have a car at Heathrow to meet me off the next flight from Paris, Charles De Gaulle" Who the hell do you think you're talk- - -, " Just fucking do it" and I punched the phone savagely, breaking the connection.I still felt like a bag of shit as I stepped off the plane at Heathrow and walked straight through the non-existent customs check into the arrivals lounge.He was there with a nervous. “Err… You know. Anyway…” He held out the book to her. She took the book and said, “Thank you, and it’s okay. It’s sort of flattering that you’d even want to look, I guess.” The words tumbled from her lips before she thought better of them, and she realized that she’d leaned against the doorjamb, striking a flirty pose as well. “They’re great,” the dark-haired man interjected. “Dude,” the blond scolded, and elbowed his friend. Some part of her – conscience, common sense, or something – screamed.