Along with her other teachers, I arrived for the last couple hours. There were about a hundred people there, including her English major class of 30 s...udents, this figure not counting twenty lean monks in bright orange suits. The head monk read Buddhist scripture from scrolls and when these long readings paused, the other monks would chant musically and people would start playing their distinctive Thai instruments. The music they played was cheery… if a little weird. Shockingly, there were. Next came panties, then pantyhose, a pullover top and finally a skirt of mine that came to mid-thigh. He looked so feminine. I said he should be Josephine, not Jojo. We all laughed but he said he liked that.Next was my turn. Since my breasts were not big at all it was easy to just put on a shirt and pants. Edith tied my hair up into a bun and with a hat I looked like a teen-boy. I now wanted to be called, not Jane but John. Edith had a little more work to do because of her breasts. Being a. I was in my only suit, getting soaked. But I had to get one last message to her. I had nobody else to tell it to. Nobody else would understand. I turned and walked away from my final connection with her. As I did it, I promised her John Tedesco’s head for a grave marker.The police were particularly sensitive to my grief; NOT!!! Donuts and Food Stains were waiting for me as I made my lonely way back to where my car was parked. They had one of those DNA swab vials. They told me to open wide, and. Her son, still living at the basement flat was on vacation and her husband would not use the bell. As she opened the door, she cursed her husband for not installing the door viewer she requested long time ago. In front of the door an old man with dirty and worn out cloth was standing. The first thing Brigitte recognized was the strong smell from urine, waste and alcohol."Wish you a pleasant afternoon, Ma'am. Would you be so kind and give me a slice of bread and a glass of water and maybe a few.