“Yeah, just like that” Alex replied.“Oh, I’m sorry man. How long were you two together?”“6 months...” Alex couldn’t think of anything ...lse to say at the moment.“And she broke up by text? That’s cold, dude” John sympathized. Alex didn’t respond immediately-Did I do something wrong? Was it about that fight we had last week? I thought it was going so well!“Don’t worry, man, you’ll get over her. Plenty of fish in the sea, right? You’ll find someone in no time”“Yeah” he mumbled. But Alex knew that. Have I done something wrong? She wondered."Takala, my daughter, come over here," the old Chief said, motioning to her. "You feel rested ... after bath?" Yes... , Father," Takala said, touching his arm fondly. "Will we stay here long?" Maybe a day, maybe two days," he said. "Some white men come to us. They offer us a way to make much money." What do we have to do?" she said. She had an inbred sense of distrust any time a white man pretended to offer gifts."My daughter... , did you not see the. Whenhe has dinner with a man, he knew that he was sexy (since he wore crazysexy clothing, wore incredible makeup, large earrings and his hair wasstill bleached blonde), but never, never had any sex. If a person(either male or female), asked which sex is he? He never answered thatquestion!Since the change (the 2nd change, not the 1st), his body, will get moremuscles mass versus just Lillian, i.e. just a normal male body. So, hehas muscles that any of woman's builders that pump iron can. He. But then the shadows would lengthen. Seducing the luminous with imagery filtered too frequently through youthful curiousity until it’s inevitable hardening on the anvil of adulthood. Becoming eventually the force majeur she now wrestled with so unconvincingly. Apart from small but crucial variations the visualised scene remained intact from her childhood. Before puberty and encroaching maturity insisted on the editing process that would transform her half-formed scenarios into storylines.