She realized that her "lifestyle," and that of her family, and, indeed, most of their close friends, WAS shocking to many people. They didn't advertis..., but, then, they didn't hide it either. It was their choice, freely made, and they enjoyed the closeness of their group. They loved each other, with all their hearts, and showed it more than many people would approve of. Nobody was forced, and no one was condemned. Sharon told her, since she had already been all but told, outright, that she and. Cara tells me she loves me but I am dumping all my money into keeping us above water until something better comes along. Am I being used? Again?The business card in my wallet. No, I can’t go there. The people at Mariners are like a family now. They know I’m trans, cross, or whatever I am and don’t care. Better than don’t care. They support me. A sissy femboy and not one customer suspects but the staff all know and hover over me, protecting me. I’m early for my shift and everything is in order. "They're whipping us, and that shouldn't surprise anybody, because they've won 120 games this year..." One hundred twenty?" I thought. Oh -- yeah. --He's counting the post-season, right up until last night."I haven't looked it up," Paul continued, "but if they beat us again, it'll be 121 wins, and I'm pretty sure that nobody's ever won 121 games in one season before. I mean, we've only been doing this three-round playoff thing for a few years now. Not too many teams have really had the. Frantically grabbing for thebottle as it tumbled end over end, he shouted out but couldn't stop itbefore it landed on top of his PC pouring beer right inside. It was toolate, his PC sparked a few times and shut down completely. With asinking feeling he opened it and desperately tried drying off theinside, but he knew it wouldn't work. Sighing in a defeated way heunplugged it and went to bed.***The next morning Nick took a morning bus to the store he had bought thePC at. The man behind the.