Still no answer."Stacy can I hazard a guess?" I went on without waiting for a reply. "Youexperienced a sexual thrill when dressed and you mistook that...fortranssexualism? Am I right dear?"Stacy nodded slowly and I could see she was beginning to cry."Well dear what do you want to do about it?" I don't know but I do know that I don't want to live my life as a girl."Then it suddenly hit me that Stacy was now living the life I was livingwhen I was a man. Pretending to be a gender she was not. We had. I was too shocked. I was scared by this new development. She knew about my other children; I had no secrets from her. Well except how much I wanted to marry her, and be with her forevermore.I still lacked the courage to tell her that part. Sometimes our relationship reminds me of the Spaniel’s “Everyone’s Laughing.” Except nobody was really laughing.She led me, again by the hand, to the Silver Star, where she made me go up the stairs first, and then led me, again, into the bedroom. I was. Instead, our Sisters concentrated on making the acquaintance of a number of young Officers, all of whom had reasonable amounts of Talent. Certainly none of them had sufficiently large enough Talents to interest either woman in marriage, but they had enough Talent to be useful in the organization that was beginning to coalesce in Seamus’s and my minds.After a time, our Sisters brought them over to the table that Seamus and I were sharing and introduced them. There were a Senior Lieutenant, four. 00. "Damn its gonna be allot to clean out this thing. She goes in her purse. $42.00 "damn I need 5 for the shower. She thinks about it. "Ok I get a bar of soap that’s a buck. A buck for a small towel. That leaves 40 for the interior. What I need to do is see if I can get them to only clean the seat. She gets out and walks to the storefront. Peaks inside, noticing that most of the people in this old truck stop are in the diner. She looks at the counter to notice an older lady maybe in her mid.