But I was too scared to do anything about it. Not that my mom would besome kind of monster, I'm sure she would come around to the idea, butI've looked...up the stats. For every girl like Jazz Jennings, there aredozens, maybe hundreds who arent as lucky.It can get pretty bad out there for trans folks. And even though Canadais better than some places in the world, doesnt mean there is no riskof really bad stuff happening to me.So there I was, between a rock and a hard place, too scared to try andbe. Me: oh is it? our meeting is that important to you?She: yes is it not the same for you?Me: I never want to miss the chance of tasting your sweet lips darling and kissed her.By this time we had become experts in kissing. She use to say always, that we do a perfect French kiss. She use to enjoy each and everything we do. We were kissing deeply this time hugging tightly. We moved to bed. I moved on to her and started kissing all over her face. She was enjoying with her eyes closed and given hsssss. He looked for a place to sleep but now he could hear his cousin’s voice clearly in his head, he was calling-out street names and directions, Tim was following them out of frustration, convinced that he was sliding deeper into insanity wondering where he’d end-up. He was on the outskirts of the city now the streets were dead, the bright headlights illuminating the dark night when all of a sudden thecar stalled, Tim steered the dead car to the shoulder. This was too much for Tim he threw the door. As the weeks rolled on, I noticed Jaq was looking like a really hot bitch as she left on a Thursday evening.I would tease Jaq most weeks about wanting Gavin to fuck her married pussy; she would repeat for me not to be so silly.The end of the course was getting close. I was still not sure if Jaq had managed to get any sexual activity with Gavin. Jaq would normally get home shortly after 10pm; on the last evening, I glanced at the clock - it was past 11pm.I assumed that the class had maybe gone.