Tramp wrote: “You know what I want?”
He shook his head. “Another glass of champagne?”
She held it out to him and he filled it, finishing the bottle. “I want something else too.”
“What?”
“Just something silly.”
“Tell me.”
“You sure you want me to?”
He nodded, but felt uncertain.
I want you to be understanding of the fact I'm only half way through my sex-change operations"?


