S. told me."I know. It's just a big game though. A lot of people are never given a chance or the pay for a job they could do because they don't have h...lf the alphabet soup behind their name. Take the hardware store I worked at. I have watched them, and I could run that place myself, but I was never promoted to a supervisory position. I have watched kids come in and I taught them, for Christ's sake!" I yelled."I can feel your frustration. I see your frustration. But Scott, you take the least. " I bent down and picked up a piece, holding it to the light. "The jadeite was typically used in ornamental or official works, such as the bead strings that the Inca used later. Here, however, its not in the form of beads. Looks like a tool of some kind."My fellow digger, Wallis, shook his head. "I can't keep up. Its like trying to catch an oiled pig. Pretty near impossible." I smiled. If he knew that I had an uncanny gift to read the nuances and details in almost any writing, and almost always. "Hi, it's the new me. How do you like the way I look? Ithink that I could walk into any woman's bathroom and betotally accepted as belonging even if I'm not physicallyable to use tampons yet. My body is now so slender and myface so pretty that it would be difficult to convincesomeone that I was still a man unless I showed them thedick that I still have between my legs. So that brings meto a crossroads where some more identity changes have to bemade. I can't answer to the name Edward or Ed. Well of course I tried to close my legs to protect my womanhood from the beast, but he quickly began to rip at my thighs with his claws. The pain was unbearable, "please stop, please it hurts me," I begged. Even though I knew he could not understand me and that he would not stop if he did. Tears were running down my cheeks as I tried the best I could to resist opening my legs. I could feel the claws scrapping my legs, making large red welts on me. He was digging into me like he would dig in.