The second is Sept. 11th, a day that the world I thought I knew became a horrible fantasy.On Sept. 10, 2001, I was a relatively young newspaper employ...e. I lived about an hour from Shanksville, Pa., the site of the crash of Flight 93.I was in my early 30s, naive and immature. I was clinging tightly to my fading youth and just as tightly to my rapidly evaporating idealism.I had worked late Monday night because I was supposed to be off work on Tuesday. I had put away three or four beers when I. I wouldstill sneak into her room when she was not there and pull out a few ofher things and dress myself.Once I became a teenager myself I kind of lost interest in my sister'sthings and started to notice girls myself. I sometimes would catchmyself thinking about what they had on underneath their clothes andthinking just how cute some of their outfits were. I must admit that mywanting to dress up started to fade away since I was more interested ingoing out with girls than wanting to look like. I just had a bit of a shock.”“Do you mind if I sit down?”She slid into the seat beside me without really waiting for an answer. “I’m Elspeth,” she continued. “I’m one of the Student Union volunteers. We’re here to help you freshers find your way around.” She looked at me. “What’s the problem?”For some reason which I can’t explain, and for the first time ever, I told someone all about me and my miserable life in Norfolk. How I’d changed my name to Matty. How I was determined to be a boy and how. Her big bra less nipples to easily poke out leaving them sinfully exposed, which was not lost on several near by spectators or these black players! The fact that Catherine not only looked exactly like the woman that had harassed them, she actually was the woman! . Plus the fact that these players had been drinking all afternoon and were very horny coupled with the naked cell phone pictures of Catherine that Tony had sent earlier Then after seeing her in person this observation had not.