Hey all -

I am walking down the street and my heel breaks. So now I am limping down the road when a very kind gentleman offers to "help" me along. I was startled at first. I looked up into his deep blue eyes, long salt and pepper hair, nice sports coat, kind expression on his face... before melting I remembered that wolves wear sheeps clothing sometimes!!!

So I asked him, Why? Are you going to hurt me or something?

He smiled and looked deeply into my eyes and said, "My dear, you have all ready been deeply hurt. I just want to help you." And he offered his arm to me.

I took it.

As we walked he told me about his life and his goals and all...never once mentioning what he does for money... and as we rounded the corner towards my car.... A limo was waiting with one of those real drivers in a uniform, who opened the door for him.

He nodded at the driver and contined walking me to my car....

I unlocked the door, he opened it, I turned to thank him.... he looked down iinto my eyes, gently his arm went around my wasit, softly his lips brushed my cheek. He kissed me oh so lightly, and whispered in my ear... "You are so beautiful for a Transvestite... I could make you real if you liked." He slipped me his card and strode away to his car....

I checked his plate - not rented.

Question: Should I call him or just live in the memory of it all?

Love,

A warmly confused, Tawni