You are age 30, 5’5” tall, 120 pounds,” he looked up with a smile, “sorry my dear for the personal information. I have been told how sensitiv... women can be about their weight.” He chuckled and I laughed with him. He continued, “Long, wavy, blond hair extending down the back.” He nodded. “Okay, the oldest child of three to Harold and Agnes James who are farmers near Lamont, Iowa.” He looked up, “Lamont, Iowa?”“The northeast corner of the state near the Minnesota border. It’s all of about. I again surprised her by saying that "no one is round us you need not be worried if you have a idea to just pleasure yourself in my presence in the classroom you can do it" She did utter a reply for my sentence and we reached our classroom, started speaking some random topic. She stood away from the desk where she was sitting and came to the writing Bench which is in front of me and she sat on it a few minutes went on, i again started breaking the ice by asking her whether shall i play a. Inside me is many Dans. They are all different. Dana comes sometimes and she takes control, she can be a bitch, trying to run everything all the time. I get rid of her, it takes effort. I am Dan. It is difficult to be a woman. Dan doesn’t like that. But sometimes I am her, I feel her pain. I wish, oh I wish I was just Dan all the time. I live each day inside me, I never know for sure who will be me on any day or moment. I live in a world no one can know, I live in a world of thinking and being. I decide not to wake her and creep downstairs. The wine has taken it’s toll on me too as I feel really light headed and quite tipsy. It slowly dawns on me that I don’t even know the name of the road she lives on, or where in fact it is. I look in my wallet and find it sadly devoid of any notes. The same story with my pockets, just a handful of loose change.So I have no money, and not a clue where I am. On top of this I feel too drunk to start walking without knowing which direction to take. I.