We walked toward the door and Scarlett passed over a gold envelope to the doorman and he then ushered us inside. Inside there was the sound of a piano...playing softly throughout the venue. There were people mingling about, all dressed to the nines, just as we were that night. We mingled amongst the guests, shaking hands and making conversation. It proved enjoyable, being among such company. After some time mingling, the organiser of the party gave a speech to all present. Afterwards he began. In my favourite coffee shop, I was getting a takeaway for my other half who was working all day. When who should walk in but Julie. She’d moved away from town a little while ago, but, as it turned out, was back in home for a couple of days. I got a huge hug and a kiss - this was a lady who I would take to bed in a heartbeat - and not for sleeping either. The look and the hug said it all. Reluctantly we stood back and stopped when we saw the startled look of the Coffee shop owner - a friend of. She hadn'teaten a single weiner since long before her gender change, but for someodd reason she wanted one right now."What would you like on it?" The grill cook asked after he placed a hotdog on a bun."Could you put everything on it, please?" Hiromi watched as the hot dogwas covered in lettuce, tomato slices, relish, mustard, ketchup, onions,and even peppers. Her lunch looked more delicious as each condiment wasadded to it. "You wouldn't have anchovies, would you?"The cook stared at her and. He smiled and felt so safe and warm in his bed, how could it have turned out better?This was not the England he remembered. Bustling, prim and so very moral. This was a quiet corner of lust and loneliness that was of another bygone era. He stretched and sat up."What do I wear?" he thought aloud in English.It was so very easy to switch to the tongue that was almost his first language. He looked around at the still room and then at the last of the storm that had almost consumed him last night. If.