" Donna left the next week and I didn't even get to see her to say good bye.There is an adage that says, "You don't know what you've lost until it's g...ne". I guess it's true, maybe that's why it's an adage. It didn't take long before I realized how much I cared for Donna. I didn't know if I was ready to love her, but I did know I missed her a lot.Three weeks after Donna moved I wrote a letter to her. In it I told her how much I missed her and hoped she was doing okay. Nothing much, just letting. " Again, more Arabic."So, when you are dressed in this," he hoisted a fistful of lingerie, "youlike to be treated like a girl?" Yes, sometimes," I answered. A more lengthy discussion in Arabic ensued,with all three of them speaking in turns, but with the "boss" carrying mostof the conversation. It got a little loud for a bit and then the boss hadthe final word."An all too-convenient and convincing story, Mr. Wilson. My two associateshere were easily swayed by your well-prepared and. I knelt down and almost under the transport and finally he came out. I moved smoothly and came to my feet and stepped.The stinger slipped into the base of his skull and through his spin before my hand clenched. The poison squirted through the stinger and into his brain. I grabbed his fancy pistol and the gem encrusted knife at his waist. I yanked the stinger out and let him fall and was moving before his body hit the ground.I was out of sight as soldiers came to see what was wrong. He was. I will remember it. I had an agenda. Save Carlita and find Tia Estella." I do not mind YOUR agenda. You will not put me in jail. Now go get dressed."She grinned, bounced off the bed, grabbed some clothes and hit the bathroom. When the door closed, I hurried with my own dressing.I was putting on shoes when she came out, passing her hand across the top of her head. "I so much want to look like a girl again," she said.I surveyed the clean, neat creature in front of me. Definitely a girl. "You're.