His blondish hair was still in spiky mess from last night and his brown eyes almost sparkled with mischief. He sipped casually at his mug of morning c...ffee and grinned. The game was simple. It was a version of ?hotter-colder?. The closer she got to where a colored egg was hidden, the lower her vibe would hum. He had told her that there were more than three dozen plastic Easter eggs hidden in their fenced-in back yard. Only one would fit the lock that would open the back garage door and. How could he be in love with her? Wouldn’t he have had a harder time saying goodbye in Guam? Didn’t they have phones there? She couldn’t deal with this right now, and the panic kept growing. ‘I can’t deal with all of this right now Gabe. I need time to think. You need to leave, at least for now. I’m assuming that since you not only managed to find my address but to sneak into my apartment as well, that you already have my phone number. Call me tomorrow. Maybe then I’ll be ready to talk.’ Though. She insisted it was for moral support, but I had the nagging feeling she just wanted to see me rage at the impossible positions the teacher would demand of us. By the time we arrived, my mind was already made up. I would hate every second of my first yoga class and nothing anyone said or did would change that. But my plan came crashing down around me as soon as I laid eyes on the teacher. This was a beginner class and I expected some overweight soccer mom or some effeminate gay guy. Dont get me. Usually, I think of myself as Emily, I haven'tdecided yet. But anyway, I am a transgendered. That's what Melinda heresaid. I met her on the internet about a year ago. She is a counsoler, yousee. She helped me figure it out. I always had a very strong desire to bea girl, dress up sexy but it went far beyond dressing, I wanted toactually, 'be' a girl and live full time. I told her that and she said Imust be a transsexual. But that was why I acted macho, I can't rememberthe term she used but I did.