It is owned by a certain Mr. Wong. I thought he ran the place alone until I saw a girl pop out from the back. I thought that she must be his sales cle...k. She was fine looking with long black hair and shapely legs. Mr. Wong always had his eyes on set of goods. Late one evening I was doing my usual thing of browsing down the aisles and looking at the magazines replete scenes of naked men and women engaged in various sex acts, when the sales girl strutted by me. She was wearing a very short skirt. .. uh woman!“ he corrected himself as he saw her take in a breath to yell at him.She would never know exactly why she asked the question, or where it even came from. But her mouth blurted, “If I allowed it ... would you really wash my whole body?”She would also never forget his instantaneous response. “Ahhhhh yes! I would be such a happy man. You look so much like your mother that sometimes my heart is ready to burst. I have such wonderful memories of her.”His meaning was clear. “You ... washed. "Something wrong with your eyesight?! I may havebeen born genetically male, but I'm a far cry from that now!"Getting over what she deemed an insensitive comment, Lysa then just realizedshe and Mark were in the same city."That could be part of the story -- not only your journey but also howpeople who don't understand it could learn about it and see how the worldlooks from your point of view."Mark seemed to be developing his story line on the fly. It wasn't just someway to try to appease Lysa.. She abandoned me, made me use ‘I’ not ‘We’. At first, I would wake up screaming and crying. My twin, my other half, my soul was taken away night after night. Mom or Dad would wake me up and tell me that everything was okay. After I calmed down and was able to talk again, I would tell them what Cheryl told me. Sometimes it would be ‘The keys are in the couch’ or ‘The money’s in the library book.’ Other times it would be ‘Go to work late so you miss the dying man.’ I could feel their eyes bore.