. well, meet." He blushed. "But it never happened. I lost touch with her a couple weeks ago." That sucks." Yeah." Well... for what it's worth... they'...e nice photos." I smiled a little."They are?" Yeah. I mean, before I knew who was in them, I thought they were really, really, REALLY nice, if you know what I mean."Jesse laughed a little. "HOW nice?" Uh..." I blushed. "Well, very nice. That was before I knew it was you in them, of course." Of course." He looked down at his chest. "Do you really. I was born to your average family in your average part of America buthardly lived an average life through my childhood, always feeling likesomething was wrong but was never able to quite put my finger on it. Myfist challenge.I suppose it was sometime during grade school where I found myselfwondering more and more if I should have been a girl. Naturally mychild's mind had never thought of or heard of transgenderism so I neverknew it was a thing, I just liked being around girls more; I seemed. They must develop good social habits, don’t you agree?”He had an almost pathetic look of need on his face. Both Lucy and I had to agree. “Of course, Jack custom and courtesy need to be taught and become a habit. But please tell me what is going on here. I see all these busy kids, what are they doing?”“Ah, yes, I am so proud of my busy little elves. They are making pingers, Sir. Thousands and thousands of pingers.”“I’ve heard the term, pingers, what are they? it is a piece of equipment that the. So now, here is the most painful part of my experience. When the doctor injected the marcaine directly into my finger, I about came out of the fucking bed. That hurt worse than anything I have ever experienced before. Kelly, (bless her heart) stayed with me the whole time and was helping me keep my mind off my finger by telling jokes. While she was doing that, the doctor was cleaning up and trimming the skin off and literally snipping the bone down to the first knuckle. I could hear him.