I am David Sanders. I eventually pulled away, remaining on the floor. The girl in the mirrorfollowed every movement. I wanted to turn away but refused...to do so. Ihad to confront her, see who she was--not in broken fragments but as awhole, as a fully cast person--not just as a reflection but as myreflection.The girl in the mirror was both the Cindy I knew and a complete stranger.There'd always been a lot of David lurking beneath Cindy's heavyfoundation and clever makeup and bodyshaping. The rest of the passengers filed out and milled about the gate area. Then the agent picked up her mike and said, "Welcome to Fargo. I'm sure you'll enjoy your unscheduled stop here. We sure like the town," to a few laughs. "Sorry for the diversion. As you probably figured out there was a problem with the engine, and rather than take any chances, the pilot diverted here. Unfortunately, your airline does not have service to this airport, so we at Northern States Airlines will do everything we can. The networks seemed to agree that hearing the screams and pleas of the condemned would be too traumatic.That would all come later.The wall of water roared on shore at something over sixty miles per hour, crushing every single thing it encountered. Buildings literally dissolved onscreen. Roads and bridges seemed to vanish in a blink.It was too much.And it could have been our west coast, instead of Turkey, Lebanon and Syria. Our families could have been crushed under billions of tons of racing. The excitement of what we were doing was still strong but once my panties were off and my crotch was completely exposed I was overcome with embarrassment. I knew what my vagina was and what it was used for but it was as though my mind was never aware that anyone else had them or had ever seen them. As though being hidden away made them, not only, mysterious and more appealing but unknown. I was in the deep end of the pool and my reflexes to pull away and hide were on the verge of kicking in as.